In contrast, I've camped with men who hated getting dirty. On our last trip one of the men was nicknamed 'princess' by the girls.
Yes, we've encountered the same, not there's anything wrong with it.
I mean some people never leave the suburbs and when faced with the prospect of sleeping on the ground and eating on a treestump, they tend to feel out of place, in the same way I'd feel out of place dinning in a siut with an orchestra playing in the background.
I grew up in the country where virtually every school holidays, we camped by the Darling river, up to 7 weeks at a time. We were reasonably self sufficient with most of our food being sourced onsite, having said that we did bring along with us a generator which was pretty luxurious for 25 years ago
As for the rest, we bathed in the river, we drank the river water and washed our clothes in the river. We slept in an old vicount van in sleeping bags and entertained ourselves the best way we knew.
Once we had relatives from Sydney join us for a Christmas holidays there. They complained for the first few days but got used to the rougher style of living
Both kids and my Aunty came to really enjoy the experience, however my Uncle, well the whole time, he would whinge about everything, the dirt, the heat, washing in the dirty coloured river water etc...blah blah blah. Couldn't wait to get back to the familiar surrounds of Castle Hill