The other day Byron and I ran into each other in the kitchen at work. Byron seemed in a particularly foul mood.

Byron: How you can like women?
Me: Bad table?
Byron: All they do is whine and complain, and it's so annoying. I don't know how you can like them.
Me: Yeah...but they've got a vagina, so...I put up with it.

And isn't that what it all comes down to?