In view of the commercialization of all holidays, combined with our toxic feminist milieu, I can not fault any brother for refusing to commemorate this day. Certainly, my sister and I are not phoning our biological mother.
Mom was the typical self-centered waste of space who divorced our father in childhood. She won the lottery (granted, this was decades ago in the Mormon blue pill zone) and found a new simp to marry her. Simp wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t our dad. Sis and I both got rid of mom as we came to adulthood, and while I can’t speak for her, my life has been on the upswing since.
There are noble women out in the world — so I’m told — and if any of you guys were raised by one of these women, today is the day to apologize for her valium prescription. You were, after all, the impetus for it.