It's not unusual for blokes to dismiss the female psyche on sports as cliched.
I must admit, at a superficial level, some of the offerings do come across as unmitigated nonsense, especially if they don't look like two multi-tasking babes filing their fingernails at an office desk while simultaneously discussing the merits of how a particular type of lubricant can ensure the longevity of ball bearings in a car.
But apply a little perestroika (restructuring) and glasnost (openness) and you'll find sometimes the throw-away lines have some substance.
Let's take my wife, for argument's sake.
Bless her soul, she has no idea how beefy blokes playing for provincial teams suddenly end up in different colours of the Super Rugby sides, let alone what differentiates a ruck from a maul.
Throw in the New Zealand Warriors into the mix and it's too much for her to distinguish rugby from rugby league.
Now come dinner time, she'll see Richard Kahui on the telly and say something totally off the tangent.
"Now, Richard Kahui. There's a pretty boy. In fact, he's too pretty to be playing rugby, if you ask me.
"I don't know why people are always going on about Dan Carter," is her standard reaction, as she uses the pestle to grind condiments in a mortar.
"Isn't Richard Kahui the one who plays for Wellington?"
On that note, I'll say yesterday's All Black line-up for the Rugby World Cup opener against Tonga in Auckland tomorrow does pose some interesting questions.
The All Blacks' three wise men have predominantly reshuffled their cards to separate the pretty boys from those who are more likely to do the job against the "more civilised" teams come play-off time.
They have not spared even Carter against the South Pacific Islanders who will want to emulate their cousins, the Samoans, in showing they are a rugby force.
Tonga coach Isitolo Maka's fears the referees will take the field with premeditated ideas about where the savagery lies is not totally baseless.
It conjures memories of when former All Black Alan Whetton did a rain dance on the face of a Samoan forward in a one-off test match in New Zealand after pre-match hype about how violent islanders can be.
Whetton, who had stomped on the head of Canterbury player Stephen Bachop in a Ranfurly Shield match in 1990, copped a paltry $50 fine for battery.
Maka and his men are championing their discipline with brother and captain Finau Maka vowing to take it to the All Blacks.
"Our forward pack now are more disciplined. They've all played overseas and most of the guys in our forward pack are good enough to be in the All Blacks team, that's how highly I rate our pack," Finau Maka says.
Ex-ABs prop Richard Loe rated Hawke's Bay Magpie prop Sona Taumalolo as a test prospect here two winters ago but the Chiefs player has since dropped out of the equation, prompting Tonga to gleefully snap him up.
Carter, who many consider mollycoddling material, needs to show he's no longer in the pretty boy mould.
Colin Slade is the back-up at first five-eighth and, should the ABs build a comfortable margin, the Canterbury understudy will have to make his mark after a forgettable last outing.
Veteran Mils Muliaina makes way for Magpie Israel Dagg for obvious reasons but, retrospectively, Ali Williams will face the litmus test after coming off the bench in Brisbane where he picked up in the aftermath of Fijian destroyer Radike Samo.
How well the veteran lock's body will take the hammering tomorrow night will determine his future role in the cup tournament.
Coach Graham Henry, in beefing up the midfield, also brings in Sonny Bill Williams to see if his boxing training will help him absorb some of the big hits.
Some would argue the wise men have succumbed to the demands of a sulking SBW desperately wanting to to start.
A rugged Jimmy Cowan comes in for a flamboyant Piri Weepu.
No doubt, it's also time for skipper Richie McCaw to harden up because anything he'll cop tomorrow will relegate his altercations with Wallaby Quade Cooper to handbag status.
It just doesn't feel right that the All Blacks leader and hard man is letting a nerdy-looking first five-eighth, sporting an impish grin, needle him.
The rotation policy, it seems, is still alive.
Disguised in the vein of horses for courses, it shows the wise men are still tinkering on a final first XV.