My family is replete with double standards.
As an extension, I hate my family.
My father and I got it into our lovely heads to prepare dinner tonight so my mom wouldn't have to.
I heat up the leftover meatloaf, made-from-scratch scalloped potatoes, corn, and lima beans. My mom has toast.
The double standard:
If my mom were to do the exact same thing, every family member present would be expected to partake of the meal, no exceptions.
*bashes his head on his desk*