You bet it is ... leaving me with little patience for coddling the male of the species for any reason. If I'd had any sons, I'd bet that would have wished I'd only had daughters, which I have. ;)
That brought back memories. Raised on a small farm, digging 100' increments of septic tank field lines was one of the punishments for my getting into (frequent) trouble.
The other of Dad's "favorite" punishments, if it didn't warrant the immediate laying on of a leather strap (or perhaps, and depending upon the severity of the offense, in addition thereto), was digging post holes (there were no gas operated post hole diggers in those days!) for so many feet of fence.
This was in addition to feeding and haying twice a day (250 +/- rabbits, a feed lot calf or two, 10 or so horses, the chickens, ducks and geese, and various other critters), keeping two 1/2 acre gardens up to ideal, maintaining the grass and flower beds on the 2 1/2 acres around the house, and the never ending, daily mucking out of stalls ... all being just every day stuff that was expected to "earn your keep".
In this day and age, the kid's themselves would call CPS! ;)