Mitt Romney expects his female supporters to bake him cookies. He doesn’t like cookies from the bakery or the store, because bakers have jobs and get paid, and that wrecks it for him:
“I’m not sure about these cookies,” Romney said at one point, eyeing a plate of cookies on the table as if they were covered in human excrement. “They don’t — they don’t look like you made them.” He turned to the woman next to him. “You didn’t, did you?” [NYMag]
Everyone knows the most delicious cookies are made with the unpaid labor of a high-status woman:
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