My grandmother hated cats, and so did her children. So, it’s apparently genetic.
… which are really just rats with wings.
If the idea is punishment, then the implication ought to be punishment. Not a brief break from reality.
I think Evelyn Waugh and I would have gotten along — if either of us had wanted company.
Such as, “to parent” or “to model”. (“One has the opportunity to model appropriate behavior.”)
This started out as a joke with my family, who noticed that I liked to announce how much I “hated” something. (Mostly, I hated when people interrupted my quiet time.) I actually began keeping a list of things I hate. But after a computer crash, I lost my list (which I did not hate). As you can imagine, we were all crushed. And so, to preserve my, umm, love for humanity, I’ve begun this silly, petulant, misanthropic blog, which will simply be a list of the intolerable.
I really don’t care.