Maamsplaining

'You don’t even know what a verb is,' she said, like I had never taken a math test in my life.

'I’m explaining this to you like you’re in third grade,' he muttered, still wearing his pajamas at 10 a. m.

She gave me a look like I’d just asked her how to tie her shoes and she had to explain it to me again.

‘You didn’t even read the instructions,’ she said, like I was a kid who forgot how to tie his shoes.

He asked for directions, and she turned it into a five-minute lecture on why he should’ve known where he was going.

She explained the plot of the movie like I’d never seen a movie before.

‘I’m explaining this to you like you’re a kindergartener who just got a sticker,’ she said, while I was already halfway done with my coffee.

He asked a question, and she turned it into a full-blown rant about why he was so clueless.

She explained the difference between ‘they’re’ and ‘there’ like I had never been to school.

‘You didn’t even understand the basics,’ she said, like I’d never taken a math class in my life.

He asked for help, and she turned it into a ten-minute speech on why he was so clueless.

She explained the plot of the movie like he had never watched a movie before.

‘You didn’t even get the first part,’ she said, like I had never taken a single class in my life.

He asked a simple question, and she turned it into a full-blown lecture on why he was so clueless.

She explained the difference between ‘their’ and ‘there’ like I was a kindergartener who just got a sticker.