My favorite part:
No one is genuinely impressed when you stroll down Park Avenue on a sunny day, pushing a stroller with your goat-larva-thing that you’ve dressed in a $600 set of “jammies.” Anyone who approaches and coos is lying to your face when they tell you that the immobile shaved ape spawn that sprung from your leaky loins is “so precious.” This twisted, 50’s-style flaunting of offspring needs to stop, people. “Look what I squeezed through my pussy” is not really the best way to start a conversation.
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