"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.
That's what I can do so far, the parts in bold. I could probably butcher a hog too but it wouldn't be pretty. I can cook at a very crude level, it's tasty for me but I don't know about anyone else.
I actually think I might have a latent talent for cooking since I used to be a foodie, I have refined taste, but as a Catholic I'm afraid to indulge my epicurean side too much.
Anyway, I think this list is a macho Nietzschean fantasy. Apparently males should be war heroes, chefs, poets, doctors, architects, house-husbands, sea captains, mathematicians and computer programmers all at once... Kinda dumb.
Isn't Robert Heinlein the guy who wrote Starship Troopers, the sort of prophet of neo-con American might? He was probably a nerdlinger who couldn't do anything in that list, ha ha. The guy he's describing doesn't exist except in Ayn Rand's fantasies ( and his as well, probably for different reasons, idealization of a potential mate in her case, idealization of himself in his ).
I want to be able to do what, say, St. Francis could do, develop some basic, handy menial skills, learn a little bit about gardening, about cooking, about building.
This list strikes me as the typical fantasy of the American male to think they're Superman, to start out trying so hard that very soon they give up and plant themselves in front of the TV for the rest of their lives. Slow and steady wins the race.