This is the little moment that appreciate as as someone fascinated by psychoanalysis. There is assuredly an unconscious dimension to these spaces that makes them seem so absurd, kitschy, or quaint when the creators of these spaces attempt to rationalize them consciously. I think what is suggested here is that to some degree these spaces are used as a kind of material support to the fantasy of gender difference in the manner that it appears culturally. Even the lament that there is no other space in the house for the “man” to be himself seems to be integral to the construction of the “man” rather than a consequence of it already existing as such.
I also cannot help but feel like part of the man cave is a narcissistic love letter of sorts. And I do not mean this in a bad way. To the contrary, it evidences on the side of women a foreclosure of self-love integral to being an autonomous subject.