Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.
But nearly every woman I know has a roughly similar story - in fact, dozens of them: stories about being obsessed with a celebrity, work colleague or someone they vaguely knew for years; living in a parallel world in their head; conjuring up endless plots and scenarios for this thing that never actually happened.
I want a Zero Tolerance policy on All The Patriarchal Bullshit.
And the question is always "When are you going to have kids?" Rather than "Do you want to have kids?
The problem with battling yourself is that even if you win, you lose.