All these comments about things (breaking, wearing out, requiring cleaning, being a hassle to maintain or get rid of, etc) remind me why I've been aggressively Marie-Kondo'ing my life for the past several years. I've gotten it to the point that practically all my possessions fit in my large back-pack and small hand luggage.
(Because I always live in shared accommodation, I don't even need to own pots, pans, utensils, etc, as they're all shared. If I ever need to have people over, I can just rent an AirBnB apartment for one night or invite them to a restaurant.)
All these comments about laborious cleaning and housekeeping chores remind me why I live in a small room in shared accommodation, and have done so most of my life, rather than maintaining a multi-room house. (I guess this is easier being single without kids, but then again, even if I did have kids, I'd probably choose a small dwelling and prefer all of us to spend most of our time out of the house, so it doesn't get that dirty.)
Maybe this is "gendered" or whatever but I have never understood the urge to do laborious, time-consuming "house keeping". I have done everything in my power to avoid cleaning - not by living in filth, but by just choosing smaller, simpler dwellings and being ruthlessly minimalist in what I own. I don't know how a woman couldn't live the same way, especially in the 21st century, but maybe I'm biased, having no lived experience being a woman.
Funnily enough, growing up, it was usually my Dad and me doing most of the cleaning, while the ladies - my Mum and three sisters tended to be more focussed on cooking, dressing well, furniture-shopping and wearing makeup. Though I will say my Mum did a brilliant job of painting and renovating the floorboards, almost single-handedly (I was a pretty lousy assistant, in retrospect, which she graciously almost never called me on). I guess I grew up in a slightly a-typical family!