Recently I discovered I'm a closet sexist, and this is the story of how it happened. As many of you may know, I'm a SINK:  Single Income, No Kids.  I am however lucky enough to have surrogate kids.  Their names are Cara and Milos.  He's seven and she's just about to turn five.  They're the kids of a good friend of mine and I've know them since before they were born. I love them within an inch of their lives and I'm ready to throw down with anyone who dares to think their kids are more adorable. Since I'm in the media, I've taken on the responsibility to teach them about the media, but of course only on the most simplistic level.  I talk to them about television, movies and commercials, and how sometimes, what you see isn't what you think it is.