A lady walks into an audiophile bar (footnote 1). She sees four men. They all turn to look at her.
All the first audiophile sees is some lady in a bar. He thinks nothing more. Can't be bothered. Let's face it—how often do you even see a lady audiophile?
The second audiophile does acknowledge her—but only because he clearly believes he belongs to a higher class of intelligence. A seasoned pro, he impressively regurgitates specifications and facts. This mansplaining gentleman knows what ladies like to hear. But what might she like to hear? The question never…