I'm not the least bit squeamish, but I just can't see the point. It seems like a big cliche to me. The woman does all the work, and the bloke rocks in at the end and cuts the cord for no reason. Same as the cliche where the woman spends all day on the roast, and hubby comes in at the end to carve it, as if to imply the woman isn't primal enough to prepare the beast for eating. But I digress.

Not saying I won't do it, but I just don't care really.