I'm torn about this. On the one hand, here's the male protagonist of a romance comic who, for once, actually treats his significant other with care and respect - on the other hand, the comic seems to be implying that he's a milquetoast for doing so. 'Supportin' your wife's career when she could be home cookin' dinner for you?! You're WHIPPED, boy! This will lead to no good! You march right out there and take her by the ear and lead her right back to that stove! She'll thank you for it later, I tell ya - why, a woman just plain ain't HAPPY unless she's in a kitchen! She might LOOK like she's happy - she might ACT like she's happy - hell, she may even THINK and FEEL like she's happy - but I'm tellin' you, a woman ain't REALLY happy unless she's cookin' up a potroast for her lovin' man! Now, go git 'er! MARCH, boy! Your manliness depends on it!'