My condition has got to be some kind of pathology. I refuse to admit that there exists a house-hold task, electrical work and plumbing among them, that I couldn't perform just as well as the non-professional man. It's not a money thing, it's a stubborn thing.
Of course, having been more prone to disassembling house-hold appliances than squeeing over the adorableness of ponies as a kid (sorry, still don't see it) might have something to do with it.
And now back to what society's paying me to do.