lillibet | It's golf, isn't it

Over here there's an question posed to a parents-advice column. It's long, so I'll sum up: kindergartener is invited to playdate, mom googles hosts' names and finds they're involved in a non-dangerous hobby (the column writer chose to delete the exact nature of the hobby, so as to avoid the discussion going off on a tangent) with which she is so deeply uncomfortable that she does not want her daughter in their house.

Moxie has some good points in her reply and then there's a good discussion that raises further issues to consider and tacks to take. A lot of the responders also really, really want to know what on earth the hobby could be. But my favorite comment is this:

gah! I am going crazy with curiosity!! Civil war reenactors? Meth lab? Taxidermy? Raelians? Star Trek Conventions? Swastika embroiderers? Professional Wrestling? Shakespeare club? Toad lickers? Golf? It's golf, isn't it?

I think I may have to adopt this as my new catchphrase. You are duly warned.

EDIT: Fixed the link.