I once lived in a messy apartment, and I realize it's sexist to assume that just because a woman wasn't there it was messy. So I went downstairs to borrow an iron, and I realize it's sexist to assume that just because there wasn't a woman there, there wasn't an iron there. And I came back up and didn't have an ironing board. I realize it's sexist to have anybody assume that of course I wouldn't have an ironing board, but I didn't. So I was ironing my shirt on the floor, and there was this little crunch, and I picked up the shirt and I had ironed a roach right on it.
And the point of this is there are some things that just can't be ironed out.