My instinctive, male reaction to seeing this on Reddit was complete repulsion. Like, seeing a cockroach run across the floor or smelling fresh vomit…
Now, just to be clear, I don’t say that because he’s a Star Wars fan. Geek out what you want to geek out on — as long as it’s not My Little Pony or Satanism.
However, when I see a grown man BRAGGING that it took him two years of “sweet-talking” and “building up brownie points” to get his own wife to ALLOW HIM to buy a child’s toy, I shake my head.