It's such a boring thing to be upset about. I've been trapped listening to friends bonding over the horror of their man's failure in this life event and I just want to shoot myself. Or yell GET A LIFE depending on how irate I'm feeling.
Precisely!! And the ones that Kvetch and play the "poor me" card.
Reminds me of that scene in "GoodFellas" where Karen goes to that make-up party with the rest of the wives. And all they did was complain.