The "women having access to extradimensional spaces" is actually done well elsewhere, especially by the Japanese. There's even a trope for it: Hyperspace Mallet, subtrope of Hammerspace. Named because the 'womanspace' in question usually contains a large, blugeoning instrument specifically for knocking around males who happen to be acting like dickbags.
This might be predictable, but that is one of my favorite tropes ever.
Now I understand why you liked my story so much.
I just thought it was a good story, really.
I mean, when Roger and I start bantering about all this horrible shit and we're pretty blase about it, you (plural, as in many people) might think we're exaggerating either the horrible or the blase, but no, we're not. Sometimes I get puzzled when people are acting all
when all I feel is
, but then I realize it's just Tucson.