Generally, most of the tools in the house are considered “mine”, and yes I do often break out in a dry sweat when my wife wants to borrow them.
This isn’t because I don’t think she could learn to use them, but rather because the only time she picks them up is when she’s in “get it done” mode in which case a fuck up is costly in terms of time and money to fix… we me usually being the one to fix it. I’m pretty sure she similarly shudders when I grab a needle and thread from her office. We have a truce on laundry and dishes.
Thing is, I’ve got a shop full of bits and pieces where I fucked something up. BUT, I generally fucked it up on the inexpensive test projects until I was happy I could do a reasonable job, or where the cost of failure was just generally not too high. I don’t believe that my wife couldn’t similarly become a good carpenter or whatever, but rather experience says that she doesn’t have the interest of patience in learning to do so.
Yeah but there’s different stages of crazy. There’s “micro-managing credit-stealing dick boss” level, and then there’s “help foreign enemies hack the government while throwing Nazi salutes” level.
Initially, he looked to be on a similar level up Jobs or many other narcissistic upper-management types in a gadget-cult, which - sadly - is not so uncommon and that many people accept