Picture this conversation, if you can:
Guy: I loooove cake!
Girl: Not a big cake fan, myself. I prefer cookies. With M&Ms.
Girl: I said I'm not a big cake fan.
Guy: What? But you have to love cake!
Guy: What's wrong with you?
Girl: Nothing's wrong with me. I like cookies more than cake.
Guy: You can't love cookies more than cake. Trust me, you love cake. You have to love cake. Everybody loves cake. You need a perspective adjustment.
Girl: But I really like cookies.
Guy: But I love cake.
Girl: So, love your cake. And I'll love cookies.
Guy: I love cake, so you have to love cake, too.
Girl: I. Prefer. Cookies.
Guy: Prove it. What do you have against cake?
Girl: I don't have anything against cake. Cake is fine. You should love cake. I'm glad you love cake. I don't love cake.
Guy: Listen, I'm the man in this relationship and I love cake. That's just the way it is. You're going to have to live with it.
Girl: Fine! Love cake! Why do I have to love cake, too? Why is my preference automatically invalidated while yours isn't? Cookies! With M&Ms in them! Are great!
Guy: I know you really love cake. That's why you can't come up with a good argument against my cake.
Girl: *blink* *blink*
Guy: See? I'm right. I'm always right. You love cake. Told you.
In the radical feminist ending, she takes a flamethrower to him.
In the real world, he nags her endlessly until she agrees with him just to get him to shut up.