All some men do is complain.  

My Dad used to tell all of we children that the complaint department was in the small room beneath the front stairs.  Anyone who had a complaint should go in, open the lid on the white seat, voice our complaint into the receptacle, close the lid, push the silver handle on the back of the chair.  We'd hear our complaint being processed.  When the noise stopped, we were to open the lid and look inside.  If all we saw was water, it meant our complaint had been dealt with and we should not mention it again.  

All some men do is complain.  

My Dad used to tell all of we children that the complaint department was in the small room beneath the front stairs.  Anyone who had a complaint should go in, open the lid on the white seat, voice our complaint into the receptacle, close the lid, push the silver handle on the back of the chair.  We'd hear our complaint being processed.  When the noise stopped, we were to open the lid and look inside.  If all we saw was water, it meant our complaint had been dealt with and we should not mention it again.  

Hilarious and very practical! That's the best laugh I've had for a while.
Tell us more about your Dad! Any more stories like that?

A woman who complains is obnoxious.

A man who complains is effeminate.

I heard the priest in my chapel telling a 5 year old boy throwing a fit that "boys don't complain".

I am very glad that he is my priest.

A man verbally complaining and another man verbally pointing out an injustice is not the same.