I have a confession. I am a loudmouthed, obnoxious and opinionated jerk who knows that, more often than not and without a doubt, I’m right.
The few times I’m wrong, I know I quickly find out I am wrong, fix it, and then I am right again. I see Mary Poppins being practically perfect in every way and laugh—she’s such a hack.
But that’s all introduction to my very real problem: I find it easy to hate.