I have a problem with authority

Ok ok I admit la. TP, the you-know-whos who aren't allowing me to go to Athens, and now the parentals.

This last pair is really... ahhhhh woe is me.

Like, I know you're concerned, but we’ve been over this 1000 times, if not 10000, so give me some slack ok?

Like, it really matters a lot whether I drank the low-fat or the fat-free milk.

And I so understand why they need to see me eat at home. After all, my grandma serves up fried pig skin and salted egg with salted pork...