I've often wished that we boys would have had a semester of Home Ec (economics as it was called then) which would have helped tremendously when we left the nest. As it was I think they intentionally didn't so as to put us in the position of having to seek out a domestic partner arrangement as quickly as possible to prevent our dying in a pool of our own filth...so to speak.
Seriously - we were sent out into the world, by and large, not knowing how to properly buy food, make a decent meal, do a load of wash, repair a garment - let alone make one. We were destined to spend our young lives circling fast food drive throughs wearing filthy clothes...but in really nice cars.