Sometimes in life we find ourselves facing dilemmas so great that all you can hope for is that nobody else ever ends up in the same predicament.
That's how I felt when I recently discovered that construction has started on the world's first female-only town, where disobedient men will get a spanking.
On hearing of this utopia with the original name of Woman-town - obviously created by some marketing whiz - I wrestled with my conscience.
It lost and I won.
For if we can have Woman-town, what's to stop the blokes from making it a Man's-world?
Then, in our selfish quest for gender parity, could we hypothetically find ourselves living in a society with a restaurant chain called Hooters (or something similarly offensive) where men wash down high-cholesterol food with beer served by scantily-clad buxom women?
The 2.3sqkm town where women will make all the decisions is being built inside Shuangqiao district in China's Chongqing municipality.
Carved into the town gates will be the motto proclaiming its philosophy: "A woman never makes a mistake, a man must not refuse a woman's request."
Such wisdom, I briefly thought, must date back to Confucius's time and was probably first written by his disgruntled wife in her diary.
"Construction will take around two years, and the place will become a very good destination for entertainment and relaxation," says Li Jigang, director of Shuangqiao district tourism bureau.
"In any tour group entering this town, female members would play the deciding role concerning shopping and other items of the itinerary ... a disobedient man will be punished by kneeling on an uneven board or by washing dishes in a restaurant."
Well, when it's eloquently put like that, what's not to like?
A world where the toilet seat is never left up; the cinema only shows chick-flicks; The Footy Show does not exist and there would be shoe shops on every corner with SALE signs always dangling in the windows.
A trip of a lifetime where you would never have to stop at dodgy pubs so your husband could check a sports score or put on a bet.
But then, when the fluttering butterflies of excitement in my stomach began to die, I started to feel a little queasy about Woman-town - and also the fact I had just learned butterflies in your tummy was actually a metaphor.
I began to realise that perhaps the idea of a Disneyland full of screeching, credit card-wielding women is unlikely to appeal to many women (let alone men).
Could it be financially and practically viable?
If men refused to go, who would mow the lawns or take out the rubbish?
How would you choose a sister city for such a place, particularly without offending the men of Lesbos?
And, more importantly, how would females find their way around Woman-town without any men there to read the map?
So I asked some of my male friends if they would visit such a place as Woman-town.
Many of them responded with comments such as "why travel all the way to China for this. Any man can experience it at home".
One dismissed the "woman never makes a mistake" motto as unoriginal, claiming: "My wife inscribed this slogan over the door of the dog house years ago, to remind me when I screw up why I'm in there."
Another just sniffed, "Well, that's going to fall apart like Rome," which I thought odd considering the Italian capital still exists.
Only one actually liked the idea (in a sinister way), saying it could be China's answer to reality TV where female contestants "shop-'til-they-drop", literally - then vow never to want to step foot in an IKEA store again so long as they are sent home.
All things considered, in a country where the saying goes "it is better to have a dog than a daughter", Woman-town may hold some allure.
As for me? I'm all for it - as long as I never have to go.
