So you have the nice lady shopping in a supermarket. Coming home, doing the laundry, cleaning, with all the ever knowing guys popping up and telling her she's using a wrong product because THIS ONE is the best.
She smiles like her IQ is on par with a rocking horse, when she sees the result she's all astonished and excited, like a 4-year old under the Christmas tree (and still believing in Santa). The highest aspiration in her life is to use the best washing powder possible.
You rarely see men like that. Except for those from Go Compare. I want to punch them and then strangle that mock opera singer with his own mustache.