I'm impussy-whippable.
Much like Marty McFly, when called a "chicken", if a woman tells me what to do, I'll freeze dead in my tracks (from walking away from her), slowly turn around and say, "Don't you ever tell me what to do..."
Then I throw them down the basement steps.
I once got yelled at for buying a rap CD. Normally, this would somehow alter the musical tastes of a man forever... Me? I sat her down, explained to her - calmly - how she sucks for liking country and pop, and threw her down the basement steps.
I think I flipped the dinner table over, too, if I remember correctly.