Oh, it's really very simple, dear Brother Jeb. I think it's just a new-fangled term that translates, roughly, along the lines of: "if you can't take the heat, then stay out of the kitchen." And the kitchen is just where these overwrought women ought to be, and not in some fancy office trying to be the next Alexis running the world from a TV show. You know, I think part of the emotional bit comes from the guilt that these women feel, knowing they should be at home raising the children, baking bread and ironing hubby's socks and underwear nicely, and NOT climbing some corporate ladder so they can drive a pink Cadillac around town.
Now, in the attached photo, you will see what I mean -- clearly, a highly-strung woman who has no shame, as she thinks nothing of having a breakdown in a working environment. She might as well be wearing a sandwich-board sign that says, "Poor me; won't you join my pity party?"
A blessed day to you, Dear,
Sincerely, Isabella W.