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.