Last night, I casually mentioned to my sister-in-law, the mother of my adorable baby niece, that her daughter could grow up to be a prostitute. It was not any sort of prediction or warning; I was just noting that she had an infinite array of options, that being one of them. I suppose I had sex workers on the brain after yesterday's musings about blue-collar careers.

That’s the last time I try to be encouraging. Mothers are so sensitive.

Sheesh.