Or, at the very least, watching your boy-person do it for you.
I know that I am perfectly capable of assembling my own flat-pack swedish furnishings. However, in every single instance where I have purchased and dragged home said furnishings, I have called upon a brother or a boyfriend to do it for me.
Because I can. And because it certainly boosts the male ego, which is an important thing to stroke. Particularly when you want them to go back to Ikea with you yet again to buy even more tchotckes. Sleek, urban, chic, cheap tchotckes.
Wicker baskets, anyone?
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