Anonymous wrote:My grandmother gave me trash bags made from recycled plastic for Christmas. If that wasn't bad enough my dad owned the company that made the trash bags.
that year for Christmas my brother got a family heirloom. Clearly I was not the favorite.
I got the guy version of this when I was a kid. Not nearly as bad as a family heirloom but still didn’t make me feel great.
When I was in the third grade, my grandmother gave me a few hotwheels cars. She gave my brother, who was in the fifth grade, a 20” TV. This was the 80’s. I was old enough to understand the difference and I was upset by it. My mom was pissed.