I love my birthday. I love my family's birthdays. I'm in my 30s and I expect presents. My DH expects presents too. The birthday person gets a day of their own whim and choosing. I can't imagine thinking one day 'oh birthdays are for children, I shall ignore an excuse to have fun with people who love me, or to spend an evening doing as I please without feeling guilt'
fuck it I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY!
come flame for being so entitled.