It's three in the morning on a Friday night and your husband says he has to leave to go "save a third world country" with Wonder Woman. You know Clark, that excuse doesn't really work when you come home smelling like Greek perfume with your "S" on all crooked.
Read about someone Lois hates even more than a seven-foot-tall Amazon in a tiara here in my latest article on DC's 52 website. Then someone talk some sense into Ms. Lane already. It's called neglect, Lois, and you don't have to take it.