It made me feel like I was attending mini me's kindergarten annual talent show (this would have been in 1998'ish).
But in this case, I wasnt cheering for my progeny, instead I was being asked to cheer for an adult with a lifetime of world experience spewing the shit I'd expect to hear at mini me's kindergarten annual talent show.
This is not "adulting advice", but it's bc of situations like this that I keep busy enough to not have to pay attention to any of these clowns come circus season.
#NotProfessionalAdvice