Today,I was informed that there are parties who feel that I am not best maid material. At first,I rolled my eyes so far back I felt like Emily Rose. But then,I thought about it and started getting irritated. Irritated at the way society insists on stereotypes,on norms,on traditions. I’m an atypical best maid because I refuse to wear heels,among other useless reasons.
I won’t do it. And if I ever get married – sigh – the only person who will determine what goes on at my wedding is ME. It saddens me that girls are browbeaten into having other people’s dream weddings. Backbone. Important. Period. Huh,and they say I’m a rebel without a cause. Impropriety is my cause,bitches.
In other news, the majority of flower farmers who die die from renal failure,because of the insecticide they’re exposed to. Everyone. Makes me never want to buy a rose again.
Be thankful. Be strong. Be aware. (corny,right? :o) And boycott useless Ocampo6 nonsense on telly,because we must be (wait for it) the change we want to see.