If I was ever given unlimited money, I think the first thing I’d do would be to buy a house and just decorate. Nothing gives me quite the joy of putting things together the way I want them to be, matching patterns, and just experiencing class.
I can’t help but remember a specific instance at my daycare whenever I hear a quote like this. I remember being told by my “best friend” (you know, that friend you met one day and were instantly attached at the hip) that she couldn’t be my friend anymore because I was white.
She was playing with her black friends when she said it to me. I was just, completely confused. I didn’t understand it to the point that I ignored when she just said and just started following her and her friends around for a bit while they completely ignored me. Eventually I started to cry and went to go tell a teacher.
Of course, when I told her why she didn’t want to play with me, all she could do was freak out and confront the girl, telling her that she had to play with me. Nothing changed, though, they still ignored me.
You know, that instance really stuck with me. It hurt because I couldn’t fathom discrimination. What’s worse is that many will still question my understanding of that hate because of my upbringing. And still, I question my own ability to understand despite having encountered such themes so early on in life.
if i were on a date and the guy were to say he didn’t like Disney i would look him dead in the eye and be like “in a relationship i need faith, trust” and then i’d open my purse and throw glitter and then whisper “pixie dust” then walk out.
I want to see Frozen so baaaad. Hopefully mum will follow through on kinda agreeing to take me (aka not outright opposing when I said that we should on Thanksgiving).