I hasten to say - not all Aussie males are this well-trained. My mother raised my brothers to be able to cook and keep house, so we did the same. But my eldest sister's husband was the sort of pain in the neck you are describing.
For a time they lived in Port Macquarie, a lovely seaside town north of Sydney. Now, there is a tricky harbour entrance there, a bar which silts up and you have to be careful boating in or out over the bar. You have to time it between the waves. It's OK for the bigger boats, the trawlers, but the little "tinnie" so commonly used by Aussie fishermen, that is high-risk.
My brother in law went fishing with a mate. He took my sister's best kitchen knife with him (always a bane of contention - he would take her kitchen utensils and totally wreck them, often re-grinding a spatula to make a screwdriver, for example, simply because he'd misplaced his screwdriver). So he went fishing, took the best kitchen knife (a new one) and of course, after a day's fishing, they came in over the bar and capsized. Lost the catch, lost the knife - lost everything. Even the boat.
And he couldn't understand why he got no sympathy, and why she was angry.
Why did they capsize? It should have been easy. Well, they had been drinking, of course!
Marg