Kiss my ...
You have a problem, not me. I have five children. The oldest is a police officer. The next is a high school teacher. I have stay-at-home mommy daughters, and one in school, still.
You don't know anything about the subject, but seem quick to criticize me because you have a perception based on what, government propaganda sponsored by the booze industry? You think you can lecture me with your pious attitude, and condescention. Ha!
People like you are the bigger problem... You think you have the right to point fingers, but probably sneak around and hide your own little deviancies.
I surely have no respect for you, and the rest of the self-righteous folks like you! I have been able to amass one fortune, lose it all, and rebuild another. It wasn't caused by smoking pot. I lost it by taking a chance, in business. What can you proclaim about your life, dear? Should I sneak around and hide behind a rock, or be open and honest? I prefer the latter. I have nobody to impress, but my family and friends do think pretty highly of me.
I seem to remember a story about throwing stones, and another about motes and beams...
HA! Toasted!
You know, I've often wondered what assumptions the pro-WOD posters make about those of us on the other side. Sometimes it seems like they're positive we're all a bunch of tie-dye wearing, Phish-listening losers with dreds who post from Mommy's basement . . . waiting for Mom to leave so we can spark up the bong.
I think they'd be shocked to learn the real truth . . . that we're normal, everyday people---just like them. You, for example---an accomplished person with five well-adjusted children. Stereotypes are killers.