Imagine impregnating a woman, watching the seed inside her develop for a whole 9 months, caring for her and the child the entire time. You've just begun your journey into parenhood. Although you were a little hesitant about having a child so young, after witnessing the miracle that is the creation of life, any doubts you've previously held have been dispelled. Holding the newborn baby boy in your arms, you look into his eyes. Seeing the pure, untainted innocence enveloped within that gaze, you become determined to protect him no matter what happens. You take on extra hours at the office in order to finance his education, as you are confident that your boy is destined for greatness. Years pass, and the sum of your toil weighs upon your body and mind. You are not young anymore, but your boy has reached adolescence comfortably and your wife seems to be happy, so you find solace in their comfort despite what it has cost you. One day, you come home and decide to check on your son. Taking on so much work has created a rift between the two of you, but surely he'll understand that you were doing this all for his sake, right? You walk into his room, and the first thing that hits you is the smell. A putrid waft of fermented piss and dried semen is enough to send even your aging senses into a shock. You wade through knee high mounds of trash and dirty clothes over to his computer, only to be greeted by a sight that would make any parent recoil. Any sin that he'd been found guilty of before pales in comparison to what you see on his monitor at this very moment. He tries to cover the screen at first, but eventually he slouches back into his chair with a look of deflated remorse on his face after realizing the gravity of your disappointment. You try to avert your gaze, but in denial of what you saw you take one more peak at the screen in hopes that it was a mirage produced by your cataracts. You see that the /bant/ catalog is on the screen. Defeated, you admit you weren't wrong.