I hate Tupperware. Tupperware in my opinion is good for two things:
1. Keeping the food you didn't eat contained long enough for you to throw it out at a more convenient time.
2. Tupperware bombing your spouse.
I get Tupperware bombed all the time. I even do it to myself. Looking in that awful cupboard where you store it, you see no other alternative than to place that last piece in ever so precariously, then pray the weight of the door you've just slammed on it holds it in place. Then, the next person to open the door doesn't just get one piece dropped out onto them...no. See, Tupperware has a unique physical property typically reserved only for unstable radioactive isotopes where if it's compressed, no matter how stable the structure is, there's a point where everything just goes to hell. You open a Tupperware cupboard and it's like you've asked an emotional menopausal woman with abandonment issues how her day went. You then look up to the sky, and shaking your fist a la James T Kirk, you scream the name of he/she who set you up.
Then, naturally plotting your revenge, you cram it all back in, close the door and wait. Tupperware is a vicious cycle - stop the madness.