Cis men learn some fucking domestic skills so the rest of us don't have to spend a decade answering the same fucking questions all the goddamned time.
“Why are you annoyed at me?”
Because 90% of the time, my opinion doesn't matter when you want to know if a food or drink is okay (and then I'm expected to remember the 10% of the time it does), so I tell you “If you think there's something wrong with that food/drink, you decide if you want to chance it.” And you get mad at me for that because “you don't know” (have you made any efforts to retain this information or problem-solve the trouble of potential expiration dates? hell, I gave you tools for a system of keeping info positioned right on the door of the fridge ages ago, and that system got tossed to the side a few months in).
It's also because you're the only person using those food/drinks, and you somehow think I should remember when you opened it. Instead of you finding some system to help yourself remember.
... And because I'm tired of answering the same questions for the past near-decade when you could try learning what makes a food unhealthy for consumption.
Like, this is incredibly lopsided behaviour and does not show any growth at all. I am expected to retain near-encyclopedic knowledge of the kitchen and all things in it (for some reason), even though the kitchen is accessible to both people living in this flat.
I'm expected to retain knowledge about things I don't even use or barely engage with. Why is that?