Well, it was my mother's restaurant and it was only her and me cooking. Mediterranian stuff. But we didn't offer much Italian food, because everybody did that.
Well, I rather spent half a minute yodeling my lungs out, because it meant no pain afterwards and no scars. I'm quite attached to my face, and I don't want to think about what it would look like without tea tree oil.
As for the attitude of male cooks; too true. And utter B.S. Many women work just as hard as any man and whine less (just watch men when they're sick. Most of them are such babies). But that's the same in any male-dominated field.