Meg didn’t want to swing, but it didn’t matter. Her friend’s kid wanted her to swing.  What was ostensibly a hangout for Meg and her friend was quickly overtaken, as it usually is, by the kids’ desire to be entertained. On the third hour of playing with her friend’s children at a park, Meg, a 38-year-old who asked Vox not to publish her last name so she could speak freely about her friendships, received the request to join one of the kids on the swings. She was nursing a coffee and was perfectly