For being so “progressive,” the same generation—my generation—who are all frenzied in the #feelthbern trend and moving forward, they’re also more likely “than their elders to consider it ‘unacceptable’ for a woman to do the asking,” according to the Daily News.

There is actually a leap year tradition of women being allowed to propose to men on February 29 (or any day within a leap year) which dates back to fifth century Ireland.

You would think this not being a new concept and all would make women proposing to men more “acceptable,” perhaps even make women proposing any day of any year a new norm, but apparently only five percent of heterosexual couples reported that she asked him in 2014…five percent.

Yet according to an article from Bustle, “70 percent said they’d be psyched if the woman did it….” (Insert confused Futurama Fry meme here.)

What’s the deal?! It’s 2016!

Oh, yeah…because it’s the masculine thing to do. Right? Women who propose are often depicted as being “desperate, aggressive and unattractive,” said The Daily News.

I’ve also heard people describe women who would take that initiative of “popping the question” as manly or dominant. But why? What is so terrible and emasculating about a woman wanting to marry a man and making that leap?

This is supposed to be an era of equality. Millennials helped pass laws to legalize gay marriage in 2012 so that love reigns free and men can marry men and women can marry women, but a woman asking a man to marry her is too far?

I actually did ask my boyfriend to marry me about a month ago. Not because it’s a leap year, that is just an interesting coincidence, but because he was just being so…him, and we had talked about getting married in the future and all the great things that go with it to the point that in that moment I was just like “Why are we not engaged? I fucking love you.” (Lucky for me, my now fiancé is of that aforementioned 70 percent).

My fiancé’s reaction was great, but, as much as I love my roommate, I hated the words she used in her reaction to my news. I know she didn’t mean it in a negative way, but I don’t want to be considered “the butch one in the relationship,” I just want to be in the relationship. We are just us.

Why do we have to delegate with terms like “the one who wears the pants?” It just harkens back to the idea that women aren’t as capable as men and the days of the man being the “breadwinner.”

We see these attempts at categorization all the time with both same-sex and heterosexual couples, people chatting casually about “I wonder who the man in that relationship is,” but why in a generation of anti-status quo, non-conformist hipsters would we want to perpetuate that idea?

As much as it does somewhat bug me, even to my own dismay, that people would try to gender swap me in my relationship, I also realize I shouldn’t and I don’t care.

I asked him if he would marry me because I love him. That’s all that should matter.