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According to her mum Lola, at ten, is practicing her girly whiny flirty bloody annoying thing on her dad, me.

This is a prelude of things to come, where women torture boys and men with this crap for as long as they can, preferably twenty or thirty years.

Men only put up with it because (a) their dad’s did, (b) they want sex, and (c) they haven’t got to the point of being sick of sex with the woman in question yet.

Of course Lola doesn’t know any of this so I told her to go use the cat as a crash test dummy.

I had hoped that with early intervention I could talk her out of this sort of rubbish but it seems she is right in the middle of girly demographic.

I will keep talking to her though. You never know, one day she might realize that I am right and become one of those rare sane women.