Hey, know what else is the worst? When you have children, and suddenly all your “friends” stop talking to you/inviting you anywhere because you have other priorities besides binge drinking. So your friendships fade away, and then in 5 years when they all start having kids, they dominate your Facebook with pictures of their baby’s poop and stories about how precious it is when their offspring pees on their Ben Sherman shirts. Where were you, “friends,” when I wanted to go see that new movie that night when I got a babysitter? Oh, now you just take your squalling crotchfruit into a packed theater on opening night, because “it’s too hard to leave her with a stranger?” Friends with kids aren’t the worst; hypocritical, self-absorbed assholes are the worst.