When I was in my early 20s, I foolishly dated a selfish stingy man for wayyyyy too long. I would go all out and get him whatever he asked for, take him out, the works, and I would have to save for months because I was a grad student working 3 PT jobs. For my birthday one year, he planned nothing, but my parents were nice enough to invite him to the fancy dinner they were paying for at a swanky blues club. He shows up with a plastic bag from one of those mega truck stops. Inside was a shark beanie baby and silver skull-shaped tire valve covers. I hated beanie babies, had no particular thing for sharks, skulls, or random ass car accessories. I was so embarrassed in front of my parents.
Awesome. They can stay busy fighting each other while we happily go on without them over here on the fediverse.