Seriously. Background: I live in a student house that has communal cooking, and if it's your turn to cook you have to have dinner done by a certain time (18.30 MTh, 18.00 TuW). So tonight starts of by him not having dinner done on time. This comes after we had a conversation with all the housemates last week about the rules. I specifically requested that I *need* dinner done on time. I really, really *need* dinner to be done on time. So dinner was twenty minutes late. I was already feeling crappy, so I wasn't talking much. And then towards the end of dinner, when I was clearing my plate and was standing by the sink he starts in with: 'You know, I was once told that when a girl wears matching underwear on a date, you weren't the one who decided to have sex.' I listened to the entire conversation a little longer, and then I said: 'You know that some girls wear matching underwear just to feel good themselves without thinking about what men want, right?' After which he shouted: 'GOOD GOD NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT SEXISM! A CHICK TOLD ME THIS' and stormed out of the kitchen. He's such a gigantic jerk.