Before we go further, it’s perhaps worth pondering how the conceit of “emotional labour” is typically deployed by a certain type of woman. Say, the kind who complains, in print and at great length, about the “emotional labour” of hiring a servant to clean her multiple bathrooms. Or writing a shopping list. Or brushing her daughter’s hair.
The kind of woman who would moan about the chore of choosing a holiday that her husband is paying for. And for whom explaining to her husband the concept of “emotional labour” is itself bemoaned as “emotional labour.” The final indignity.

GYM has difficulties satisfying women, his wife keeps telling me between hummers. Micro peen GYMmy..
That bottomless bottom keeps the brown fellas lined up though…because it’s either a goat or GYM.
Emotional labour? I can offer relief:
https://youtu.be/9iw_BE_X9sA?si=g8_XpgW8uFCg6hTs