"Hold on," you say, interrupting her. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you understand the root of the problem."
She pauses to hear your mansplaining. "And what's that, exactly?" she asks.
"Women are always trying to work and vote and do this and that, but what none of you understand is, your place is in the kitchen and with the children. You just don't have the same mental and physical capabilities of the superior sex, so it's just sad to see you trying to fit into society like you have a function."
She blinks in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"
"Nope," you say, "women are just inferior to men." You flash her a satisfied smile and die from acute chauvinism poisoning.