I used to think that getting a crappy Christmas gift was a reflection on the bad judgment and lack of creativity of the giver of said gift. And, in some cases, it is—the plastic bag of anti-aging Avon cosmetics for a woman with a "medium to dark" complexion that my mean aunt gave me when I was a freckle-faced…
No, she doesn't know where she's going to college and she doesn't have a boyfriend. And if you want to keep your holidays merry and bright, you're just going to need to read this simple pamphlet and leave 17-year-old Arianna Simon alone to eat her Christmas ham, okay?
And/or our dads. And/or our siblings. Basically: Genetics are wild/highly predictable.