Speaking of which, did you read / hear about that kid whose parents in San Diego are asking that their assessment of him being transgender should mean that everybody else should accept him as such. Personally, if THEY want to accept that their girl wants to be a boy, its their call.
But why should I accept their judgement as my own ? If I think my kid are space aliens, wouldn't everybody else have to accept my logic as well ?
Anyway - just ranting. You can delete this if you like, I just thought that was just strange logic.
When I was 5 I wanted to be a puppy, I wanted to live like a puppy and insisted my dinner be put in a bowl on the floor next to Tuffy's bowl. My mom, longsuffering saint that she is, smacked me upside the head and told me the truth. I was a little girl, and no amount of wishing was going to change, now sit at the table and eat your Raviolios. She was right, God bless her.
When I was 5 I wanted to be a puppy, I wanted to live like a puppy and insisted my dinner be put in a bowl on the floor next to Tuffy's bowl. My mom, longsuffering saint that she is, smacked me upside the head and told me the truth. I was a little girl, and no amount of wishing was going to change, now sit at the table and eat your Raviolios. She was right, God bless her.
I must be soooo damn boring. I never wanted to be anyone but myself. I did, however, often wish to be some place else. (Like when my father caught me doing something wrong.)
Speaking of which, did you read / hear about that kid whose parents in San Diego are asking that their assessment of him being transgender should mean that everybody else should accept him as such. Personally, if THEY want to accept that their girl wants to be a boy, its their call.
ReplyDeleteBut why should I accept their judgement as my own ? If I think my kid are space aliens, wouldn't everybody else have to accept my logic as well ?
Anyway - just ranting. You can delete this if you like, I just thought that was just strange logic.
When I was 5 I wanted to be a puppy, I wanted to live like a puppy and insisted my dinner be put in a bowl on the floor next to Tuffy's bowl. My mom, longsuffering saint that she is, smacked me upside the head and told me the truth. I was a little girl, and no amount of wishing was going to change, now sit at the table and eat your Raviolios. She was right, God bless her.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is one of the many reasons I luv ya to itty-bitty pieces.
DeleteWhen I was 5 I wanted to be a puppy, I wanted to live like a puppy and insisted my dinner be put in a bowl on the floor next to Tuffy's bowl. My mom, longsuffering saint that she is, smacked me upside the head and told me the truth. I was a little girl, and no amount of wishing was going to change, now sit at the table and eat your Raviolios. She was right, God bless her.
ReplyDeleteInteresting franchise.... I bet it goes over better in those bastions of liberal "tolerance" known as "cities"
ReplyDeleteI must be soooo damn boring. I never wanted to be anyone but myself. I did, however, often wish to be some place else. (Like when my father caught me doing something wrong.)
ReplyDeleteAnd afterward, he won't have the balls to bitch about dads cooking again.
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