sounds bad but basically yeah. i was friends with a girl at a country club my family briefly joined, and her dad was a pretty big donor to mitt romney, and he had no problem with me playing barbie’s with his daughters.
One time a therapist was like “give yourself a reward for completing a task” and I was like “or I could just give myself the reward anyway and not do the annoying boring daunting task” and she was like… oh.
does something change in your brain when you become a parent that allows you to tolerate the sound of children crying or are you all just fuckin miserable