I am tired. You do not want to know about this. Nor do you want to know about the spin classes that have been spun nor the iron that has been pumped. But I am too sleepy to write about anything else. So instead I suggest that you take yourselves off and build your own Stranded on Gaia post from the following birthday bricks:
Riker's turning of the ten.
Mother in Common Law getting Riker a sewing machine.
The fucking patriarchy and Mother in Common Law's enthusiastic embracing thereof.
By special Common Law request, Mother in Common Law never having been arsed explaining to her own daughter what the fuck a bobbin is.
The recession and how much cheaper it would be to make our own clothes.
Unless we shop in Penneys.
Where you can get a child's t-shirt emblazoned with the words 'Queen of The Universe' for €2.
So fuck you, ten year olds in Bangladesh.
Why, when wearing a white baseball hat with pink trim, pink writing what proclaims 'Pretty Princess' and a built in pink bow, Data believes that she looks like a boy.
More patriarchy stuff.
Off you go now.