Bummer Of An Apron, Dude

When I first saw this graphic I thought it must be in support of the “forced feminization” fetish that, in its more misogynist incarnations, makes Bitchy Jones want to start jumping up and down on somebody’s balls (and not in a good way, either):

It turns out I was dead wrong. Or was I? Conceptually speaking, I’m not so sure; because this actually comes from the September, 1955 Cosmopolitan (yes, that Cosmo) magazine, and it illustrated an article that had the following reader’s hook:

His bride betrayed him on the very first day… she did not cook his breakfast! And that, it turned out, was the beginning of the end.

“Am I a man or a mouse?” He wondered as he washed the dishes–and answered, “I’m a mouse.”