In the immediate aftermath of some little princess behaviour, or an extremely disrespectful last minute flake from one your plates, it is extremely tempting to unload both barrels of masculine wrath full force upon their pathetic quivering forms, describing in no uncertain terms exactly what you think of them, their behaviour, and the questionable sexual preferences of their parents.
Hark however! Before you send that message – step away from the device. Go and do something peaceful for 30 minutes, like arranging flowers. Chances are, by the time you come back to it, you will have calmed down considerably, and the electronic missive of thermonuclear wrath you were about to send may no longer seem such a good idea.
And indeed! It should not – for doth not the ancient parable teach us: “Stayeth thy rage and burneth not the bridge of vaginal transcendence – for doth not the flakey plate of today become the potential 2am booty call of tomorrow?”
Do your penis a favour, and get a punch bag.