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Principal: So, our younger students made their way upstairs today and noticed that many young ladies wear their shorts too short. If you need to tug them down when you sit, they are too short.
Snowflake: *cough* school slut's name *cough*
Queenie: *looks down worriedly at her own shorts*
This is a post I’ve been thinking about for a long time, and so I’m just going to go ahead and say it.
It’s okay to be normal.
Let me backtrack and ‘splain.
So when I was a kid, and then a “tween” (what an awful word that is!), and then a teenager, I–and every other reasonably intelligent, moderately socially aware kid–was told that we were going to Change the World. We were going to Make a Difference. Good lord, when I was twelve I was part of a team “sport” called Future Problem Solvers. We were the Class of Two Thousand One, The New Millennium, and we were The Future.
(I think it is notable, frankly, that the Boomers who told us this–because it was mostly, at my age, Baby Boomer parents and teachers–were pushing us to Make a Difference, and then a few years later were calling us lazy entitled fuckwits. I think they had this bizarre notion that somehow we would clean up the mess they’d made, and then were angry that we didn’t. [Gen X was too small and too cynical a cohort to quite put those expectations on, I think; Millennials were populous and fresh-faced enough to be the would-be saviors and then the disappointments.] I remember a friend’s mother saying, dreamily, of the 1960s, “we were so much more idealistic than you, we were going to change the world.” My friend–Gen X, not Millennial, but same diff–said, “Well, you did, and this is what you got,” which did not endear her. But, I think, it is true.)
But anyway, I digress.
We were going to change the world. We had it laid upon us, that we were going to change the world. If we were even remotely smart or halfway talented, we were going to fix things. We were going to make a difference.
I know so many people of my age, and a little older, and a lot younger, who feel overwhelmed, crushed, flattened by this expectation. As if they were somehow capable, at age twenty-seven and with six figures of student loan debt, of fixing the world economy. As if they were somehow capable, at age twenty-five and working their tails off at a job that pays peanuts, of reinventing the American political system. As if they were somehow capable, at age thirty and scraping by, of fixing everything.
Of Changing the World.
I remember, back in 2009, the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, seeing Boomer-era people bitching and moaning that Kids These Days don’t care about the space program. And I wanted to pull all my hair out and shriek, because it is not Kids These Days that have anything to do with the space program–genuine Kids These Days can’t vote at all, but even if you count over-18s, it’s Adults These Days, Boomers and etc., who have the biggest impact on the budget, and the defunding of the space program.
But when you’re responsible for Changing the World, then you’re the one who’s responsible if it isn’t, you know, changed.
So here, now, this is me saying: that was an unreasonable expectation. We had it laid on us that we could–nay, should–be superheroes, but without superpowers. We were told that we should fix everything, Change the World, by people who actually did have the authority and money and power.
I come from a poor background. My grandmother was an agricultural laborer. My mother worked at Arby’s. My dad worked a rural newspaper delivery route. They pinched and scrimped for my education and it was, nevertheless, understood that I could only go to a fancy college if I could get a merit scholarship. (Which I did.) I got a degree, and then I got a job, and my job wasn’t in Changing the World. But it was something I could use to make a living. I’ve done well for myself, but you know, sometimes, I still have that twinge of guilt, that I ought to be Fixing Everything.
But that’s complete bullshit.
I say to you, my cohort and younger: vote. Volunteer. The point of this is not to say that you should be a selfish asshole. You should do what you can. (Lord help us, please vote in the next presidential election; the next president is going to get to pick some Supreme Court justices, and that matters.)
But if someone tries to convince you that your duty is to Change the World, ask yourself: why didn’t they do it? Why are they putting it on you? Why do they get to have comfortable lives, and then expect that you shouldn’t?
It’s okay to be comfortable. It’s okay to be normal. There is no reason why the people who fucked up the world should expect you to sacrifice your own life to fix it.
It’s okay.
This doesn’t fit our blog, but it is important to us. So, I know it’s a long read, but it is needed.
Self-Destructive
Queenie: I wanna throw a straight pride parade. Bi, pan, hetero, asexuals are all welcome
Ida: No offense, but we don’t really need a straight pride parade
Queenie: Just let me be self-destructive.
Ida: *is annoyed*
Niagara Falls
Imagine Steve, Evie, and Helena trying to have Snowflake get turned on:
Steve: *Uses phone to look up nudes of actors*
Snowflake: Nothing.
Helena: Maybe she’s not attracted to men.
Evie: *Giggles*
Helena: Try a woman.
Steve: *Looks up female stripper*
*All watch video*
Snowflake: Yeah, I got nothing.
Steve: Uh… I might have to leave the room.
Steve: See, for fangirls, it’s more like - Harry Potter enters room
Steve: Panties drop
Steve: Niagara Falls
Snowflake: Oh.
Helena: *Laughs hysterically*
Evie: *eventually gets it and practically dies of laughter from not getting it*
Snowflake: Preferred method of Suicide?
Queenie: Sleeping with Sam Winchester.
Hotels
Ida: Someone will have to share a bed
Queenie: I'd be fine with sleeping with someone
Ida and Snowflake: *Dies from laughter*
Queenie: *Realizes what she said* NO, SHIT, I DIDN'T MEAN THAT.
*Snowflake, Ida, Queenie, and another person doing improv*
Ida: *prompt*
you've just come accross a wild sexy kitty
*Snowflake and Queenie yell at the same time*
Snowflake: RUN!
Queenie: Lets fuck it!
Everyone there:*dying of laughter and "what the craps"
Sexy Kitty
Helena: *wears leather cat ears to recess*
Steve: oooh I want them
Helena: *sighs and hands Steve cat ears* fine
Steve: *puts ears on, flicking tongue in and out, makes slurping noises and runs around*
Bystanders: *watch mildly confused*
Steve: *still running around* Im so sexy!!! I'm a sexy kitty bitches!!!!!!!!
Jacket Troubles
Autumn and Ida: *Throwing around Steve's coat
Autumn: *throws coat on pole*
Steve's Coat: *Sleeve slides down pole so the pole is wearing the coat
Steve: WTF
Guess What!
We (Snowflake, Ida, Tate, and I) have just got into this awesome as fuck competition (FPS) and will do some very random stuff. That will result in some very random conversations!!! -Queenie
Team All or Nothing!!
Snowflake, an ace: TEAM ALL OR NOTHING
Pansexuals (Ida, Autumn, Queenie): *Pump hands into air*
All: *Cheers*
Trust Falls
Everybody: *doing trust falls why not*
Evie: *goes to catch Queenie*
Queenie: *deadpans* that’s my boob
Choke-her
Dawn: *describing her appearance* choker
Cow: Choke-her c;
Meet Us: Steve
Hai *random Steve noises*
Fears: predators, water, edges, etc.
Sexuality: locked in the closet. Will emerge later
Interests: Me, Stripping, Dogs, Me, Food, Sleeping, Oh and ME
Fandoms: Percy Jackson, SUPERNATURAL, Harry Potter, Disney Princesses (DONT JUDGE!), and My Fav singers
Favorite color: green
Height: TALL (Not as tall as Queenie -Q) Hair color: light light blonde
Eye color: blue
Personality: crazy, animal loving, sweet, sometimes annoying, and very very random
Gender: guy
Hogwarts house: HuFfLePuFf
Gif to describe me:
Meet Us: Cow
Sup losers Fears: spiders, snakes, and clowns Sexuality: lesbana (lesbian) Interests: internetting, drawing, eating Fandoms: Steven Universe, Black Butler, Naruto, Sailor Moon, Seven Deadly Sins, Heaven’s Lost Property, Percy Jackson Favorite colors: pastel pink, baby blue, mint, and white (not a color - Ida) Height: tall? Hair color: ugly brown (like my soul) Eye color: as blue as your face is while I strangle you Extra: choke-her Personality: moo 4 days Gender: female Hogwarts house: slytherin Favorite characters: Yellow Pearl, Jasper, Pluto,Blue Diamond, Sapphire Random: iNtEnSe ShAkInG Gif to describe me:
Meet Us: Helena
Hi
Fears: Nothing really
Sexuality: Pansexual
Interests: Listening to music, drawing, youtube, and meditation
Fandoms: Most animes, Favorite singers, Preacher, Youtubers
Favorite Color: black, teal, dark blue, dark red
Height: meh 5′4″ ish
Hair colored: bleached
Eye Color: blue
I’m Pale
Personality: quiet
Gender: IDK
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Favorite character: Capricorn
Random: OCD all the damn time
Music taste: most stuff
Gif to describe me:
Meet Us: WD
Hello.
Fears: LITERALLY EVERYTHING like do you know me
Sexuality: Straight
Interests: Music, social media, baking, lowkey instagram stalking
Fandoms: Beliebers, Mendes army, OUAT, Jenny Han anything, and the unwanted
Favorite color: Blue, any shade
Height: Five feet and none of your business
Hair Color: As black as your soul, thank you very much.
Eye Color: Blackish thanks to my Asianess
I’M ASIAN BTW THAT’S IMPORTANT TO THIS CATEGORY
Personality: Salty, Sometimes sweet, and very shy
Gender: Female
Music Taste: JUSTIN DREW BEIBER AND SHAWN PETER PAUL MENDES
