Little Fortran walks into the living room.

“Mom, dad. I have something important I need to tell you, but I’m scared you’ll be mad at me”

“We’ll still love you no matter what honey.”

“OK, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and I need to come out and say it. Mom and dad, I’m a frontend developer”

“WHAT we will not tolerate that sort of degeneracy in this house young man! Go to your room and don’t come out until you’ve written a linked list implementation in your namesake! And no more talk of this front end stuff”