The Asian Mummy’s Boy is an ubiquitous phenomenon.

A Mummy’s Boy is never a pleasant trait in a man. But it is even more disconcerting when said man is in his 30s, enduringly infantilised, still single and living at home.

And just in case you are not sure (or in denial) as to what a Mummy’s Boy entails, he generally runs every life decision past his mother, from what to wear, to what to eat, to whom to marry.

Yet the Mummy’s Boy will never ever admit to being a Mummy’s Boy.

Here are a few signs that you’re a bona fide Mummy’s Boy: The reason you are still single is because all the girls you have met through rishtas are either too ‘modern’ or too ‘tezz.’ Or so MummyJee says.

The world (at least in your house) stops if you have a headache.

Your laundry is unequivocally picked up from your bedroom floor. By MummyJee, naturally. But out of the generosity of its collective heart, all Mummy’s Boys reassure their mums that they can stop doing their laundry for them after they get married. That’s what the wife’s for, innit?

You check with your mum before you take any medicine. And that is only after she feeds you zeera/haldi/joshanda with a teaspoon with the cursory ‘aaa karo.’ The astute Mummy’s Boy will utilise a sophisticated mechanism of convincing his mum that his hangover/weed induced red eye is due to working too hard/a migraine/eye infection/freakish 24 hour cold that manifests no actual cold symptoms.

Rotee is made for you at home on demand.

When you are out at an evening work do, you can expect at least three calls from home, just to see how you are.

The Mummy’s Boy will pay for the washing machine/dishwasher/toaster. But why on earth does he need to learn how to operate it?

Whether this is unconditional love or simply cringe worthy behaviour remains to be decided.

One reader shared her story.

“My husband is such a Mummy’s Boy. The behaviour just borders on insanity. His mum sits in the car with me every morning as I drop him to the station, even though it’s only a five minute journey from the house. She has been doing this every Monday to Friday for the past 10 years.

“We all live together, but she’ll still call him every day at work.

“My husband and I barely get any alone time together, bar the bedroom, but even then she knocks on the door at the most inopportune moment, just because she wants to chat to him about something pointless.

“He will never say anything to her though. He doesn’t see anything wrong in it.

“On my wedding anniversary he will buy me roses but he will buy her the exact same bunch just so she doesn’t feel left out."

But it didn't stop there, “However, recently I told him significant changes had to be made after I went lingerie shopping and she tagged along, and whilst we were browsing in the shop, my mother-in-law told me exactly what colours not to buy as her son didn’t like them.

“That was enough for me! It’s bad enough being told what food to cook for her precious son but don’t tell me what to wear to entice him!

“I think he was more embarrassed than I was when I told him. He has spoken to her since, and thankfully she has backed off.

“This has taught me a huge lifelong lesson; I will never raise my sons to be Mummy’s Boys.”