I still remember when my dad told me he was proud of me. It was after I got accepted to a university. He told me, that no matter if I succeeded or fail, he is proud, and I have proven myself to him. A cherished memory I hold dear.

Well, my mom told me she is proud of me today. Why? because she's bored most likely. Was it eye to eye? No. It was sent to me using an app, that I outright told her to not use when trying to talk to me. She could have at least called, so I can hear the emotion in her voice, but nah... She's too lazy for that I guess. Well, at least she made it personal, right? No...

It was a fucking copypasta feel good jpeg.
Thanks mom, this will make my trauma go away really fast.

This seriously reminds me one feminist talking point, where childern said, thay loved their dads for spending time with them, but they had "higher demands" of mothers who "spent time" with their kids by default.

No you stupid femoid. You did not spend time with your kid. You were shouting at him while trying to clean, because a good looking floor was more important to you then your kid.

When I visit my mom, she just turns on TV and refuses to talk to me anyway. Complete apathy and defensiveness to literally any memory forming event she could possibly create.

Meanwhile, when my dad VISITS ME, he is already going out of his way to dedicate his day to 100% pay attention to my existence. He laughs, jokes with me and provides actual life advice whenever I need it.

Is he perfect? Obviously not. But it takes a true feminist to even pretend these things are the same.

@LukeAlmighty instead of asking yourself why your dad didn't clean the floor or why you didn't clean the floor, you, as it typical of men, demand physical, emotional, and mental labor from your Mother while claiming that your d*d has done his job perfectly just by saying something nice, like, once
that's textbook higher demands
you could lessen her workload you stupid moid, but being sexist was more important to you than your Mother