This. So much this. And I want to break it down a bit and give my own experiences.

Years ago, I was teaching my then-girlfriend how to change her oil. We were broke 20-somethings, so paying for a place to do it was a costly option. She was kinda "meh" on the idea but went with it. The moment she really got into it, though, was when a random guy walked by and was so happy seeing a woman learning how to take care of cars and how he wished his girl would learn that. She got a sense of pride from it, and afterwards, when she realised she did it herself and saved a bunch of money... she was very proud of herself. Rightfully so.

A (former) friend of mine had bought her first house just a couple of years ago. (Kinda wish she hadn't because the house is in rough shape, but then again, the rental market is maybe in a worse shape... only time will tell). Anywho, I visit her, and she shows me the house. Not a single smoke detector anywhere in the house. No fire extinguishers anywhere. And in the living room, there was this fancy light fixture that was controlled by a dimmer switch... that was extremely hot. I think it was 6-8 bulbs (don't recall) and each was 120w incandescent lightbulb... all through a dimmer. Unsure when the previous owner did that, but that's a decent way to eventually cause a fire. The dimmer switch was literally hot to the touch. She knew it was hot, but didn't really think anything of it. I took us to Home Depot/Menards/Fleet Farm (I don't recall which exactly) and bought her a bunch of smoke detectors, extinguishers, and a new dimmer switch, which I installed, and we removed half the bulbs. Believe I also gave her a GFCI tester and told her to test every receptacle in the house.

Back in high school, I took a small engines course because I wanted to better know how engines really worked outside of a book. My station partner was a girl I knew (who lived a few houses down from me). One day I realised I was hogging everything (teardown and rebuild) and apologised and pushed everything to her. She pushed it back, said her brothers would do anything she ever needed, and she just wanted an easy course. (While this is not important to the story, it was a very unattractive move on her part, which did alter how I saw her, which, a few years later, when she asked me out, I rejected her.) Another course I took, which was an intro to welding, there was a girl who thought I'd do her work for her. I took to acetylene welding right away, which seemed to be the hardest for everyone else (hence why she picked me). Instead, I told her I'd help teach her, which she took me up on. The unbridled joy and pride when she got an A on her welding test... (a memory that leaves with me).

Final story, I was in college, and my roommate was a loser. He had no fucking idea how to cook. He tried to make Mac and Cheese once and didn't know how to boil water. He had no idea how the washer/dryer worked. His mom asked if I'd teach him. And I did try, but he had no plans to learn; he'd rather drive the 2-3 hours back home to make his mom do his laundry. Or if he couldn't make it that week, he'd just buy new clothes.

All kids should be taught all sorts of basic skills. And frankly, a bunch of adults could stand to learn things too. Example, do you know what an anode rod is? If not, I'm guessing you've been skipping out on maintenance. Do you know if your heater is gas/electric? And which one has a pilot light? Do you have a spare tire? Where is it? Have you ever used the jack on your car before? What are jumper cables and do you have some? How do they work and how do you use them correctly? Every adult should be able to answer all these questions and more.