In the mansplaining department, I drew out a concept for a friend of mine to build, since he said he was interested in doing so.
It was basically an A-frame, and the front was a piece of that hardware cloth with a fold up at the bottom. There was a round wooden bar at the top, and the hardware cloth was on that via rings so it could move up and down and a little side to side. I would toss pitchforks of bedding/manure, and then lift up the hardware cloth, shake it, and flip the remains over the top into a waiting bucket.
So the guy says “I’m not going to make that - it will never work” even though I had rigged something very like this and it worked pretty well tbh. Instead, he makes this heavy, cumbersome A-frame, with a screen a mounted mini-bucket at the bottom that was too small/narrow to ‘shake’. You would have to lift it up and toss it up and down to get it to sift. He refused to listen to the message that bedding stacks on itself and you can lift it up with a pitchfork.
Needless to say he was quite mad his idea didn’t work, and for sure didn’t like being reminded that I told him it wouldn’t. He’s currently so pissed we haven’t spoken in 2 weeks - he hung up on me after some choice words about me lecturing him, and when I said it was hurtful and asked for an apology he doubled down and refused. So … .there’s that. LOL
ETA: Hmmm. Maybe the shit shifter did in fact sift some shit out of my life.