At least, that's what I tell myself.
However, if that is true, then being Evil must also mean never whining. I mean, does Dr. Evil whine? Does Ming the Merciless whinge? Does Mongo complain, even when the candygram blows up in his face?
I think not.
So I am done with the whining about my birthday. I was such a pain in the ass about it before hand, that poor Mr. Sweetie--even after having outdone himself--still worries if he did enough.
Okay, being Evil probably also means that you want those around you cringing in fear--however, they should not be in fear that your lip will quiver and your Bambi eyes will fill with tears.