It must be so embarrassing for 80s nostalgia lovers to be like 50 years old tweeting about kids shows in their room full of overpriced merchandise from the worst era in children’s television.
Why am I so opposed to being myself?
Not like in a stupid way like I’m afraid to express my opinion or something. No- I’m talking about when I’m like “I’ll do the dishes and listen to James Rolfe’s audiobook in a room full of toys” and then I talk myself out of how cool that is.