Anita harps on and on about taking care of the people she loves and how only she can provide for their emotional needs, but she clearly sees actually doing it the same way I see cleaning up my cat's vomit: it's a really distasteful part of owning a cat and my life would much nicer if he didn't puke on the rug. My cat's puke is Anita's harems' emotions. They should have the decency to just sit around waiting to be banged and not annoy her with their silly feelings.