Hi everyone! This is just a quick little post to thank all of my readers for being radiant and splendorous individuals. Either last week or two weeks ago this blog got its 400,000th view and last week it received its 3,000th comment. I’m so incredibly thankful for everyone who’s taken the time to lurk or comment or stalk or spend any amount of time with my writing. Reading and responding to every comment widens my perspective, and I hope it enhances my readers’ as well. Continue reading
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My favorite animal is the flamingo. Lady Gaga, SNSD, and f(x) are among the top 10 most-listened to artists on my IPod. I cried watching Titanic and love reading chick-lit from authors like Jodi Picoult and Sarah Dessen.
Am I a bad person? A risk to society? Do I hurt people or cause mayhem wherever I go? Unless my rendition of “Poker Face” really is that bad, then no, I don’t think so. Here’s a story:
The other day I was eating the cupcakes my best friend and I baked at her house. My mom approached me with an angry look on her face.
“What are those?” she asked.
“Cupcakes,” I mumbled through a mouthful of frosting.
“Where did you get them?” she inquired.
“I made them at Sarah’s house,” I said. Big mistake.
“What?” she said, her voice rising,” why? Why weren’t you studying or doing something important?”
“We were just having fun,” I said. I knew she would explode soon.
“Thomas, you’re a BOY,” she exclaimed,” boys don’t waste their time doing stupid things like that! Do you want to get into college? What will people think of you if they find out you bake cupcakes like a little girl? What if they think you’re gay?”
Her angry mood escalated and it only got worse from there. End of story.
Besides the fact that my mom insulted herself through her blatant sexism, what she said made me sad. I admit it. This doesn’t even come close to the time she asked me if I needed to see a doctor because I gesticulated like a girl (this was when I was ten or eleven… now I’m careful with my body language around her), but still. It hurt.
I’m sensitive, but I’m not stupid. Boys should be allowed to knit sweaters, practice yoga, and even cross-dress if they want. Heck, they can gather plants and herbs like women did during the Paleolithic Era for all I care. It’s not like we’re going to cause an apocalypse by not conforming to faulty gender roles forced upon us by society.
When I first thought of writing this post a couple of days ago I didn’t intend it to be this emotional, but after reading this, I couldn’t stop myself. What kind of cruel parent condemns their child for being who they are? I would rather just not have children than make them suffer in such a horrible way.
Instead of answering “Is it okay for boys to be feminine?”, let me raise another question.
Is it okay for people to be themselves?
So I almost decided to take the day off from blogging. Not like I think it’s a job, but because I was busy. Busy pondering how I’ll spend the $150 I got in gift card money for various bookstores, woo! Hey, it’s my birthday (or was my birthday, depending on when you read this), cut me some cake. Er, slack. I already had too much cake today… cupcakes, that is!
Other reasons why my birthday was fabulous this year:
Lady Gaga’s New Album “Born This Way” was released earlier this week, and I plan to write a full review of it or at least share my thoughts. I admit to dancing to “Schleisse” while running on my treadmill.
A food fight and a separate fight broke out during lunch today. This in itself didn’t really add to my birthday, but I felt like including it to this list. You know, so you guys know I’m safe. It would be terrible if I were to be injured on my birthday… right, guys? Right? Anyone? Anyway, this did make me question the maturity of my peers.
So You Think You Can Dance season 8 premiers tomorrow, May 26. I haven’t watched TV since high school started, 98 years ago, so I’ll have to get into the groove of things again. Not watching TV? Using the word “groove”? I sound 61, not 16…
There are a few others but it’s late and I need to read some Frankenstein before I go to bed. Have a good day tomorrow/today!