@ossobuco,
That's very interesting.
I think I would have felt that way, if deprived of playmates, about spending lots of time listening to the conversation of my mother and her friends, when I was a kid/teen.
I grew up in middle class suburbia in the fifties/sixties with full time mums.
However, I DID have friends whose mothers were either working (mainly as scientists, interestingly....we kids used to help my best friend's with her research by doing stuff like taking birds from mist nets and banding them, or catching and marking butterflies or raising various native beasties that had been injured and brought to her) but also as diplomats and suchlike. Or simply better educated than my mum and her friends (she was brought up way out bush in a time when only the boys would be sent away to boarding school, and she and her sisters only had a governess).
Initially I found these women strange, because my pre-school experiences had not brought me in contact with such folk, and initially I felt kind of sad for my friends if they had to do more house-work and such.
Then I found them fascinating and their world way more interesting.
Same with their men, too....mostly.
The men I met through my family mainly talked about how the government was ruining us all, and how the japanese would attack again...''you mark my words, they''ll have another go" and the evils of the communist peril, and, in my father's case, himself and how wonderful and talented he was and how dumb everyone else was.
Some of my friend's fathers (and, in one very special and magical case, grandfather....who was a famous Professor Emeritus by that time, and perfectly happy to take us little kids around and tell us everything about nature and his experiences as a doctor/researcher in remote Aboriginal communities in the late nineteenth century/early twentieth and the stars and ANYTHING...I adored him) were interested in TALKING to us, and told us off gently and with rational explanations instead of just yelling at us, and conversed with us as equals.
I was discovering that my mum was more avant garde than she had previously let on just before she died...eg she was agnostic, had strong views about American cultural dominance, and politics generally, was interested in art, and such...just before she died.