Before I was married I didn't consider my failure to manage even basic hand tools a feminist inadequacy. I thought it had more to do with being Jewish. The Jews I knew growing up didn't do 'do-it-yourself.' When my father needed to hammer something he generally used his shoe and the only real tool he owned was a pair of needle-nose pliers.
How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young compassionate with the aged sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life you will have been all of these.