call my mom up and tell her:
"hey, remember all those times that I told you that I hated doing sports all the time, all those times that I didn't like any of the clothes that you bought me, that I didn't want to be a contractor like dad, that I hated every toy you got me? All those times it wasn't because I was picky or not being grateful, it was because I am a woman, and I legitimately don't like any of those things because they weren't for me."