I like you, I really do. No, I didn't think you are an uptight yuppie bitch whose ego is so brittle and yet so overblown (a Gen X paradox) that you need to point out your academic acumen over and over again. You wear your motherhood like armor; your self-righteousness keeps your serotonin levels steady. You can sleep at night. No, I don't think you have a stick up your ass. But I wish you'd move back to the West Side. Or Massachusetts. Or wherever the hell you're from.
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