One day, you and I are watching TV and decide to make a loaf of bread for your mother.

So you get out the mixing bowl

You measure the flower and pour it in

You measure the water and pour it in

You measure the olive oil and pour it in

You select the herbs and pinch some in

I get a packet of yeast and dump it in

You mix the dough together

You knead the dough

You set the timer

You cover the dough and let it rise

You butter the bread pan

You preheat the oven

You dust the dough-ball with flour and put it in the pan

You put the pan in the oven

You set the timer

As we continue to watch TV you say "Oh my ex-boyfriend will love this bread!"

To which I reply "I HATE that guy! He's such a dick! I'd rather give it to your mother!"

And your best response is, "Well it's MY oven so I get to decide. And since WE made the bread, YOU are delivering it to him with me. Take some responsibility for once in your God damed life!"

And society sees absolutely nothing wrong with that.