Setting: master bath on a cold, snowy, winter Saturday morn
Hubby (from shower, holding shower drain filled with long, luxurious brown[ish] hair and soap scum residue):
Yech! Do you ever clean this out?
Me (standing in front of mirror, brushing my long, luxurious, brown[ish] hair)
Ew. No. That's gross.
But it's YOURS!
That's man's work.
Why do I have to do it?
Um, because it's disgusting.
And ..... scene.