I was thinking about Thanksgiving when I was a teenager (and young adult) in Iowa.  There were usually about 25 to 30 family members at my Grandmother's house.  The day went like this.

10:30 a.m.  Men and boys went hunting.  Women and girls put finishing touches on dinner.

Noon--Men and boys ate first.  Women and girls ate after.  Always plenty of food.  Men took a nap.  Boys played.  Women and girls cleaned up and did dishes--no dishwasher.

1:30 p.m.  Men and boys went hunting again.  Women sat around talking.  My female cousins and I piled into a car and rode around in a cloud of smoke.  We were not allowed to smoke in front of my grandmother---only the men and my other grandmother could.

4:00 p.m.  Men came home and sat and talked while women and girls got leftovers ready for supper.

6:00 p.m.  Men got comfortable while women and girls did dishes again.

Repeat at Christmas.  Add lutefisk dinner the Sunday after Christmas.  Will never eat lutefisk again as long as I live.

Quite obviously I give thanks for women's lib.