No way. To truly understand a man, you’d need to have a degree in physics (So that’s why he tried to add nitrous to the riding lawn mower!), you’d need to be well versed in poetry (“Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg” is majestic prose!), and you’d need to have a complex grasp on the mechanics of Aeronautical Engineering (Dude, who needs a ladder to hang Christmas lights? That’s what this pogo-stick is for).
But to understand women, all you need is an issue of Cosmopolitan magazine, a box of Kleenex, and 18 available hours to talk about her trip to the grocery store.