One recent Monday night, my husband and I sat down to watch a documentary on men’s rights.

The film was The Red Pill, and we’d been hearing about the ‘scandal’ surrounding the film for months: an Australian premiere planned in Melbourne last year was cancelled after a petition calling the film ‘misogynistic propaganda’ collected over 2,300 signatures.

Sydney University pulled its funding for a student screening of the film, on the grounds that the film promoted violence against women and would put female students on campus at risk.

In early January, Queensland police investigated threats of violence against a Men's Rights group during a planned event for the film. One Twitter user wrote they hoped "someone shoots up that event ­Batman movie premiere style — dead MRAs (men's rights activists) — cool!"

So when it appeared on the homepage of our iTunes store that fateful night, I'd be lying if I said we weren't curious to see what the fuss was about.

So we pressed 'rent' and paid our US$4.99. Then, the adventure begun.

Little did I know, The Red Pill would pave the way for one of the most intense conversations my husband and I had ever had.