Just LOL if you lump all women into a collective 'Women' grouping when you in fact mean the lady unfortunate enough to be your partner and yes she has had enough of your **** for one day, quite frankly, and no you didn't put the rubbish out and yes she's still mad that you didn't notice she'd had her hair done but also those were tricks because how dare you reduce your conversation with her to some rote cliches which are easier to trot out than an experienced thoroughbred and you know what you should go to your shed or play your stupid videogames or play with your Japanese action figures - "they are NOT cartoons Sharon, don't start that nonsense again! Anime is real!" you cry, face reddening - and it's all awful and everyone in this story is no happier than when we began watching it unfold.
Noobs.