Help yourself
Have a piece. Have one more. My treat. 40 years old. My treat!
I earn my own money. I live in a country that tops the equality rankings. I am free. Free. The most free. I won’t make it in time for pick-up at kindergarten today. Nor tomorrow. It’s my fault. And shame. I should be ashamed. I am ashamed.
I am actually supposed to manage this - this everyday life. I am lucky. I have so many choices. The choices seem to be mine. This is the triumph of feminism, the consequence of equality.
This is the meaning of life. There is cake for everyone. Eat until you burst. I have to go and pick up at kindergarten now. Create some balance in this smart, socio-economically beneficial and efficient system.
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