We are all whiny babies. Maybe you aren’t; I don’t want to assume. Pretty much everyone except you is a whiny baby. We want our penne alla vodka, our egg-yolk omelets, our butter boards, and Negroni Sbagliato—and we want them now, all without gaining an ounce or a hangover.
And so, as whiny babies with belly fat and bitcoin to burn, we hire professionals to guide us, goad us, reprimand us, and cheer us on. Those professionals have the official-sounding, adult name of “accountability coach,” because doesn’t that sound so much better than “babysitter”?
