bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
I am more than ready for the day where I say goodbye to Lexington for good. I am annoyed and almost angry that I live in a town where I and my peers serve little to no purpose. Also that I live in a place where interracial dating still receives hushed whispers of disapproval, feminism is seen as a flaw, and where there is a general lack of knowledge about anything outside of the borders of the South. I have gotten into some pretty heated debates about marriage equality, gender equality, and racial equality with my family. Someone who works in my mom’s office had the nerve/lack of education to say, “Black people should be thanking us for bringing them over here to America in the first place. We saved them from living a horrible life in Africa. After all, they get all of their stuff from the government for free anyway.”
Are you fucking kidding me? That was the first moment in my life in which I was rendered speechless by the ignorance of another person.
Also, I overheard some men talking in the gas station the other day: “They shouldn’t walk around in pretty dresses like that and expect us not to say something.” This was after I ignored the leers and comments of multiple men when I walked in the door to put twenty dollars on pump number 3, all while wearing a dress.