When I was in the Royal Rangers growing up (a church-based scouting program), one of the merits was the Bachelor Merit. I had to be able to cook several different meals (using a stove or an oven, not a microwave); demonstrate the ability to launder, iron, and starch my uniform; sew on a button; and do dishes by hand. I earned that when I was 12, I think.
I know the thread is tongue-in-cheek, and I'm spoiling it by being serious, but I'll level with the ladies here: when men live alone for a significant amount of time, or even with a roommate who thinks much like he does...it's not that he CAN'T do certain things, it's that he doesn't, because he doesn't see the point when there's no one else to please. If it pleases his woman that the clean laundry be folded/hung neatly in the dresser/closet, then he will do it (although likely, with some prodding). If there is no one around who cares, and he doesn't particularly care...clean clothes in this pile, dirty clothes in that pile. And every person is different - I do hang my clothes right from the dryer, because I'm one of the few teachers on campus who makes an effort to look professional every day, and a fitted dress shirt is still going to look like garbage if it looks like a crumpled up Taco Bell receipt. But the passenger seat of the Shourmobile tends to stay a little cluttered until I know I'm going to have a passenger riding it it. Every one is different.
When I was co-habitating, I hated cleaning the bathroom (still do). But I never balked at doing the dishes. For me, doing the dishes (and sometimes ironing) is like a calming meditation. I'm not talking about loading the dishwasher - I mean in the sink, by hand. No background sounds - no TV, music, whatever. Just me and the sink, and my hands getting the job done right. And you look up 20, 30, maybe 45 minutes later, the job is done, and you just feel...peaceful. ^_^