The question of equality. When my grandfather became a lying disabled, no one in the family even doubted that I should take an academy at the institute, move to him and take care of him - this is a female job. When my grandfather died a year later, no one doubted that his apartment should come to my brother, who during this time came to my grandfather once (crossed) - the brother is a man, he needs separate housing! When I found this unfair and began to be judged, all my relatives and relatives called me a mercantile bastard. At the same time, if I tell my relatives that they are not for equality, they will be very surprised: in their opinion, that they in principle allowed me to study at the university is already an offensive concession to feminism! Moscow, the twenty-first century, not a mountain hall.