At bottom, Barry, you're a normal human and husband. You're no god. So get real: pick up your own socks off the bedroom floor. Don't expect me to do it for you. And bring me a beer.

Versus:

N00t, you're a god: not only will I willingly, worshipfully pick up your socks, your underwear, and your pajamas; but I'll preserve them permanently as mementos, as holy relics, by having them bronzed.

You have to read a few of Maureen's articles before you can grok her sense of humor.