Sorry, it’s not Kaley Cuoco – it’s Kaley Cuoco-Sweeting. Ah, the Hollywood Hyphen; almost as terrible an idea as getting your piece’s name tattooed on you (but not quite). For some reason, Kaley Cucoco is on the cover of this month’s Redbook looking like the sassiest most-helpful manager at an Ann Taylor LOFT outlet store, and inside she’s channeling that chick in your office who begins every conversation with “The hubs and I…” (ie: “The hubs and I made chili this weekend! The hubs loves his chili“). Redbook asked Kaley the #1 question every famous female type was asked in 2014 – if she considered herself to be a feminist – and according to Kaley, she’s not a feminist because she’s too busy cooking dinner for her husband, tennis player Ryan Sweeting:
“Is it bad if I say no? It’s not really something I think about. Things are different now, and I know a lot of the work that paved the way for women happened before I was around… I was never that feminist girl demanding equality, but maybe that’s because I’ve never really faced inequality. I cook for Ryan five nights a week: It makes me feel like a housewife; I love that. I know it sounds old-fashioned, but I like the idea of women taking care of their men. I’m so in control of my work that I like coming home and serving him. My mom was like that, so I think it kind of rubbed off.”
I don’t want to get all Inigo Montoya here, but I don’t think that word means what she thinks it means. Unless Kaley knows of a secret definition for feminist that says something about a feminist being one who does not prepare evening foodstuffs for a male person. In which case I’m fucked, because I love cooking dinner for people (those with peens and vageens) all the time. Especially a tasty little number I like to call Beefaroni Casserole Surprise. Surprise! It’s just a can of Beefaroni in a casserole dish.
Here’s more of Kaley working some of that sexy catalogue casual realness in Redbook: