Women. Worse than Skeletor, Lex Luthor and Darth Vader combined into some kind of... super evil overlord.
They are cruel, cruel creatures. Evidence:
1) When my wife got mad at me she threw all my stuff out on the lawn, didn't talk to me, didn't sleep with me, didn't cook, didn't do the laundry, refused to let me take the car. I caved in to her demands after four days.
2) Went to a party, and she wore this full length dress that left her back bare, just covered her ass, had side slits up to her upper thighs, a front which covered a quarter of her breasts and was open down to her navel. In addition to her drawing stares from every guy (to all of whom she promptly gave that "I am woman and therefore your superior and you'll never get any of this" look) and making me feel EXTREMELY belligerent, it served to make every other woman at this party feel like Camilla Parker. She later explained that this was her method of keeping me on a short leash. It kept me close to her because I didn't trust a single guy in the room at this point and kept me off the alcohol because if I did start to get drunk I'd begin throwing punches at any guy that even looked at her.
3) When she wants something, like to go see New Moon, she begins to make her lip tremble and gives me a look like she's caught me in bed with her little sister. Then she pulls out the secret weapon that every woman has; "I thought you loved me". After that she starts to sniffle. It's evil, it makes me snap to faster than my drill instructors ever could.
Regardless, I still love her. My old man, who went through similar shenanigans with my mom, said "It makes us slaves, but at least we're slaves with a great benefits package". So yeah, I belong to the most evil creature in the universe, but damn me forever if I'm not loving every minute of it.