I spent an inordinate amount of time as a youngster watching The Young and The Restless when school was on break. Sure, there were a number of outdoor activities I could’ve been involved in.
I could’ve dusted off my barely-used bike, gone off exploring and fighting kids from strange neighborhoods. I could’ve been playing soccer or setting dangerous fires. You know, like normal boys do.
But instead I invested my time in rooting for the success of Jabot Cosmetics. Or failure. I dunno. I forget whose side I was on at the time.
Point being: I always knew from an early age that I wanted to be a housewife.