Me: You're a misogynist.
DB: How can you say that? I love women!
SIL: She's right, you know, DH, you are a misogynist.
Me: You love women, almost as consumables. Look at your fat-shaming!
DB: I don't shame you lardarse.
SIL: But you don't view her as 'women'.
DB: There's some truth in that.
Outcome: They're divorced and DB no longer loves me ... There's more to both stories, but there must be a reason why this exchange stuck in my memory.
Mum: If young women didn't go around dressed like that, they wouldn't get raped.
Me: You can't blame clothes for violent crimes!
Mum: Well, whose fault is it then?
DSF, 85yo: It's the rapists' fault.
Me: Thanks, DSF, of course rapes are the fault of the rapists.
Mum: I never thought of it that way ...
Outcome: She'll never be a feminist. She was an utter handmaiden to my abusive father, and there isn't time for her to alter such ingrained perceptions. But her current relationship's really good for her, and she is noticeably less sexist than before.
So - one loss, one draw. So far!!