I think it’s sometimes important to re-affirm stereotypes with my choices such as: demanding lots of chocolate. Last night at dinner I forced Steve to share the chocolate souffle with me. I’d had a crazy week and very much felt like I needed / had earned it. And so we ate. And suddenly, normalcy and balance were restored.
It also must be noted that the souffle looks like it ate too much chocolate, and is vomiting. Chocolate.