So I find myself turning 33 tomorrow and looking back at what makes me –me…
I received an email the other day from a fellow blogger (FarenHate 9/11 listed as a movie favorite) that basically stated (not this bluntly of course): How can a person that listens to Dave Matthews and Bob Marley be a Conservative? How can you hear Bob belting out One Love and hate everyone that is not like you…just curious…have a great night…
I will be the first to admit that I label people-I do. I make it a game in my head actually…when I am driving I watch people and create who I think they are: “Deaniac” to the scruffy bearded Birkenstock boy in his early 20’s, “Bar softball league” to the slightly beer-bellied, too-old-to-be-wearing-his-baseball-cap-backwards guy with the faded green Miller Lite t-shirt…you get the point.
I HATE to be labeled. Hypocritical? I don’t know…I meet many 20-somethings (as I have a sister and three brothers that are all 20-somethings) and they are SO predictable. They are MTV, they spout pre-packaged opinions and find themselves enlightened because they French-kissed their best friend in 10th grade. They all gave Dean $25 because that’s all they could afford working non-profit for the Philadelphia Clean Air Council. They all think smoking is horrible and are vegetarians, but have all done Special K and Ecstasy. They all dress like they live at Goodwill and wear no makeup and even the cutest of them has uglied herself up beyond recognition with pointy little Lisa Lobe glasses.
I try not to be condescending. I really do, but for all their PETA literature and statistics about the number of people in
I wrote an entire diatribe about compassionate conservatism and how I got to where I am…all the good things I do…and then I deleted it.
It’s easier than that…At 33 I am the girl who just turns off the water.
(*exception: one 20-something brother actually volunteers quite frequently*)