Here's the deal, dude. I am not one of the cool kids. I am never going to be one of the cool kids. For the last couple of years I've fallen into this pattern of caring what the world at large thinks of me and the choices I make for myself. I was walking up to my son's preschool today when I found myself frantically pawing at the barbell in my lip. I had to get it out before any of the other mothers saw it...or what would the kids think? But then, where am I teaching them any tolerance or acceptance? Do I not want them to grow up confident in who they are, regardless of who that may be? Leading by example is not going to be a good thing if Phoenix sees me hiding even something as stupid as a lip ring, and it really is stupid if they give a shit. So here is my little blog about how I felt walking home from preschool today. Thanks to a dancing Snoopy card, I found the inspiration to try and write it.
The truth of the matter is this. I wear adidas because they're dope, not because I am a crazy workout freak. I have tattoos instead of tea parties. There are some holes in my face, and I have no idea what the fuck PX90 is. I only try to get my son to take naps on the days when we are going to go out at midnight for some planetary viewing, and I think it's important that he know how a compost bin works. I am a band geek, and the poorest philanthropist you'll ever meet. I eat bullshit like qinoa and spelt because I like them and they are good for me, not because it is the latest trend in orange county housewivery. I believe in organic because how can chemicals or genetic modifications be any kind of good for digestion. My friends who are native to this land, are just that, Native Americans, and my friends from India are from a land called Asia. I believe all our presidents have been the same guy with a different signature, and McDonald's will kill you if you let it.
In the end, I'm probably not as cool as you are, but I guarantee you, your kid thinks I'm awesome, and so does mine. So fuck you cool kid.
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2 comments:
Dear Lynn,
You are most definitely a cool kid in my book. Shit, your one of the coolest kids I know. You have great morals, are well educated, have your own opinion, a retarded sense of humor and can be quite the sassy little shit when need be. All of these things are what make you who you are and if that isn't cool, then FUCK COOL! Adidas are fuckin' dope, McDonald's will fuckin' kill you and fuck PX90!!! Soccer mom's be warned, because if you allow your kids to become friends with Phoenix and be around his mom they may just grow up to have "interests" outside of your cookie cutter existence and "American" frame of mind. I have know you for many moons and I wouldn't have you any other way so, take pride in your "hippy foods" the holes in your face and the "art" you adorn your body, mind and soul with because if thats makes you "un-cool" than what the fuck does that say about me and you know, I am the coolest motherfucker I know!!!(besides you of course :P) I love you, be happy being you because you my dear are a Cool Kid!!!!
Awwwww. I am filled with the strange new sensation of warm and fuzzy that people speak of.
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