Last evening, the always in-touch Wendy Bell gifted us another insightful nugget on Twitter. This time, she dug deep into her Birkin bag of stereotypes, knocked aside some of the "racially charged" ones, and deftly presented us with her distorted June Cleaver perception of America: 

Moms, weigh in here. Whether we work or stay at home, putting together the machinations of every night's dinner is one of the toughest parts of our day. Working dads don't think about what to feed the kids,... https://t.co/EBHrI4fQfa

— Wendy Bell (@WendyBellPgh) January 10, 2019

The last thing we gents want to do after punching the clock at F. W. Woolworth corporate is to come home and think about feeding our children, let alone cook the actual meal. Isn't it enough that we sometimes hug them? Pour me a tumbler of Evan Williams, put on Cronkite, and get yourself and those kids into the kitchen, I've gotta check my Standard Oil stock in the Pittsburgh Press. 

What is this 1950? I cook my kids dinner the majority of nights. Moms should be able to take a break sometimes. Also, dinner doesn't have to be super complex and involve the word machination.

— Than (@nathanaelmartin) January 10, 2019

The objections from men who make dinner and women defending them came fast and furious.

I have to hand it to you, you know how to build a brand! I mean, sure, that brand is "tone-deaf privileged suburban white lady nonsense," but no one does it better than you and apparently @KDKARadio is willing to pay for it.

— StaceyP (@churchofstacey) January 10, 2019

Wendy Bell is like an Eloi time traveler whose knowledge of current society is based on The Saturday Evening Post, the only reference material she could get her hands on before bending time and space to make her long journey.

Godspeed and safe travels to your next era, Wendy.