On our drive into work this morning, George Bowie was going on about getting pelters from his Mrs for being "too nice" and opined that he couldn't understand how being "too nice" was a problem. I (stupidly) merely commented out loud that I knew how he felt, when the accusation of being "sickly, slushy and romantically sentimental" was levelled at me.
So I said "Shut it, big bum" and was told "that's better".
Wimmin, just accept that you are never going to be right!