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Feb. 17th, 2014 11:40 pmHappy Presidents' Day/Normal Monday. I did wonder this morning why we celebrate Presidents' Day and this Washington Post article kinda explains it. (I myself prefer the apostrophe at the end--to be all inclusive and equal.)
And another link: Living on a Maine island during the winter. I actually live on the mainland, but it was an interesting article nonethless. I have only been to Peaks once, but that once was an awesome time.
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I also have to share what happened yesterday at the mall. My mother and I (after I spent the whole day dreading it and hoping the Apocalypse would come, or a natural disaster or something to get me out of it because I did not want to go) spent a few hours at Macy's trying on dresses for graduation. Ugh. I went through this once five years ago, and I had hoped never to repeat it. But, life, it is so hard. I did find a kinda okay dress, but I didn't buy it because I wasn't all that into it, and I want to come back March or sometime later. (I don't want to go back a second time but I feel like I'm still carrying around a lot of holiday/winter weight that I will hopefully lose when spring comes around.)
Anyway, that is not the story I wanted to tell. After trying on a few dresses, my mother and I went to get chicken teriyaki at the food court and when we were coming back in the direction of Macy's (because that's where we were dropped off and had to return), we saw two guys holding hands. I thought they were extremely cute. My mother? Said they were crazy.
I'm choosing to believe she meant it in a kinda concerned way and not...homophobic way. But there's honestly no way to tell. And I don't want to find out.
So. I feel like I have to apologize not just to every gay or bisexual or asexual person, but to every straight person too. I'm so sorry on behalf of my mother. If it helps, she was born in a village in an European country that's still so far behind the times. It shouldn't excuse her behavior at all, but that's kinda her head space.
And another link: Living on a Maine island during the winter. I actually live on the mainland, but it was an interesting article nonethless. I have only been to Peaks once, but that once was an awesome time.
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I also have to share what happened yesterday at the mall. My mother and I (after I spent the whole day dreading it and hoping the Apocalypse would come, or a natural disaster or something to get me out of it because I did not want to go) spent a few hours at Macy's trying on dresses for graduation. Ugh. I went through this once five years ago, and I had hoped never to repeat it. But, life, it is so hard. I did find a kinda okay dress, but I didn't buy it because I wasn't all that into it, and I want to come back March or sometime later. (I don't want to go back a second time but I feel like I'm still carrying around a lot of holiday/winter weight that I will hopefully lose when spring comes around.)
Anyway, that is not the story I wanted to tell. After trying on a few dresses, my mother and I went to get chicken teriyaki at the food court and when we were coming back in the direction of Macy's (because that's where we were dropped off and had to return), we saw two guys holding hands. I thought they were extremely cute. My mother? Said they were crazy.
I'm choosing to believe she meant it in a kinda concerned way and not...homophobic way. But there's honestly no way to tell. And I don't want to find out.
So. I feel like I have to apologize not just to every gay or bisexual or asexual person, but to every straight person too. I'm so sorry on behalf of my mother. If it helps, she was born in a village in an European country that's still so far behind the times. It shouldn't excuse her behavior at all, but that's kinda her head space.
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