When I was a child, raised on a small farm in the mid 40-50's, patriarchy was a way of life, at least to some extent. Mom pretty much took care of the cooking and cleaning, but Dad also worked hard and long hours every day. I'm not even going to pretend it was ideal but there was almost an unspoken bond about the responsibilities of marriage and to the care of their children, and they fit inside their roles.
From a very young age, I liked the treks in the woods with Dad, where he seemed to know the name of every plant and every tree, but Mom just mostly wanted me out from under her feet in the kitchen. At a very young age, I thought of my Mom as the house slave and I really didn't want to follow that path!
I would have been prime bait for a transition to male, because during that young time in my life, I thought I'd rather be a man than a woman.
So glad today that those ideas were not propagated inside my head, and that I today appreciate my womanhood, because I eventually learned, it has nothing to do with gender, and so much more to do with integrity, courage, and personal power.
Just some food for thought during a time when cognitive thought seems to have left the building.