me, a 1967 housewife and homemaker, preparing a pork roast for my three children and unappreciative businessman husband while Star Trek s02e01 “Amok Time” plays on my brand-new state-of-the-art color TV in the background, minding my own business, happening to glance up during the fight scene:
It would have been a pretty late dinner for kids. It its first run, Trek started 8:30pm, so the fight scene would have been at almost 9:30pm.
You really just gonna walk into this home and criticize my parenting? As if I don’t do enough for this family? Why did I ever marry you? You didn’t even thank me for the pork roast I worked on all evening IswearIdossomuchforyouandyounevertakethetimetoappreciateitI’msodamntiredallthetimemybackhurtsfromcookingporkroastjustletmerelaxandwatchsomefuckingstartrekyouasshole-
