Have I made this point before? Does that matter?

My mother is old plenny-nough to be my grandmother, so plug in generation of your choice:

"Certainly, girls were having babies at thirteen in 'the good old days (when times were bad)', but that was different. People old enough to do adult work were considered adults, and being on Facebook all day actually isn't the same thing as running a working farm. Now get off the phone, do your chores and schoolwork, and go to bed - like I done told you."

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At the opposite extreme of Extreme Parenting, I was trying to fabricate a human skull out of calico cotton in R&D preparation for making the heads for my art dolls when Ma came in from somewhere mas come from when you've specifically been disinvited. My mother knew better than to ask what I was doing, as the last time it happened I chose not to accept her look of "God, I submit to your will and praise you for being able to make all things new, but seriously - other mothers only have to deal with strippers: was it necessary that I get the mad scientist? Why can't I have a normal gay son like everyone else?"