HAHAHAHA you're kidding, right?

So, I went to the book club for the first time tonight, and spent two hours with a bunch of mothers. Nice mothers, granted, but I couldn't help feel alienated by the fact that the fruit of my loins are still at the seed stage - you know? I can only imagine how my father felt next to me when the subject seemed more directed towards positive parenting than literary legends.
Oh, and the tones, I don't think there could have been a group of more condescending women - ever! They seemed very consumed in their own self importance. Not all of us have been to uni yet, and not all of us have travelled overseas and experienced the world. Hell, I'm tossing up what subject to drop for my last year of high school not whether I should or shouldn't do a PhD in literature. Gosh! They seemed to think that you have to have been to uni and done something to be somebody worthwhile. I just wanted to learn. I listened intently, sincerely, too. The only benefits I found were the coffee and the fact that I have actually read at least 5% of the books on the bloody long list they gave me.
I must say, I consider myself quite an intelligent person, and though I didn't feel less confident in my ability, or doubt myself more, or feel intimidated, they didn't seem to grasp that I am intelligent. They seemed to assume that my age indicated a certain degree of arrogance and ignorance. Excuse me?
We discussed what makes literature "literature" and they weren't particularly helpful. Apart from repeating back to me what I had just said, they seemed to brush it off as though - sorry, been there, done that. You're so stupid for not realising.
I just wanted a place for people to talk about books you know, not to share a life-story that's completel irrelevant. OK, if your kid happens to be like a character in a book, sure, but I don't really care if your 16 month old baby wants to listen to Chopin or Chopsticks.
I think they're missing the point of it all. It doesn't matter what you've read or who you are, you have something in common: you LIKE BOOKS! So don't look at me like I'm less than you, I am just as smart as you. What do you have to show for your masters? Are you doing anything with it or is it just like an old book, sitting on a bookshelf or hanging on a wall in a picture frame? What's the use of being so well educated and either are not sharing it with the next generations, or, you can't even communicate with someone thirty years your junior.
I'm going to be so teenage here, but WHATEVER! GAH!