There did come a time when I stopped liking these things:

I turned 28. And had a mortgage. And had a job that I had to wake up at 5:30 am for. And hangovers started to last for two full days.

Clubbing stopped being "fun" at 25 when I didn't want to scream "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!" for the hundreth time and have a dude rub his erection in my back in an attempt to "dance" with me.

For the record: I have loved sappy, crappy, non-feminist Disney movies unapologetically for 25 years. And delight when I hear "we love you Auntie Tractor!" over skype from my nieces and nephews.


Sorry, I'm cranky, and just have had it with the whole "people who don't have children are selfish and only think about themselves"-ethos today. I'm going to have a beer now.