Go Ouise! Better to be happy than rich.
Megen, you could do worse than beauty school. After all, that's where Chuck Berry got his diploma.
[NAFDA] We used to get Buffy the day before everyone else, now we get Angel a week after everyone else. And Firefly every Monday!
Go Ouise! Better to be happy than rich.
Megen, you could do worse than beauty school. After all, that's where Chuck Berry got his diploma.
Thanks! Making the decision was such a relief. I don't know what the schedule will be, especially since my boss is currently on vacation, so I can't talk to him about it. Still, I can start making plans. Yay!
Did you really say "It's wrong to lie, except to the bourgeoisie" when you were two, Ouise?
Yes, I did. To my grandmother! She took my over to my mother and said "Do you know what this baby just said?" My mother was less shocked, since she and my father were who I'd learned that stuff from. I had an interesting early childhood.
I'm impressed. I was nowhere near that much of a radical when I was two -- I spent that year in the kind of existential dread and ennui that pretty much precludes political action, and my great quote of the year was "I'm bored because I'm going to die."
Radical political awareness had to wait until I was three.
At two I could pick Mao Tse Tung and Fidel Castro out of a lineup, but I wasn't sure why they both liked red so much.
Snerk, amych.
At two I could pick Mao Tse Tung and Fidel Castro out of a lineupMe too! Well, Mao and Trudeau, actually. My parents would point at the picture of Mao and say "Who's that?" and I would respond "Chai'Mao". Then they would point at the picture of Trudeau and ask "Who's that?" and I'd say "Lackey Trudeau," which was, naturally, short for "Trudeau, lackey of US imperialism."
I'm impressed as well. I was four before I could tell you which presidential candidates were crooked and which were womanizers.
Of course, at the time I thought 'zipper problem' meant their fly wouldn't stay up and wondered why they didn't use buttons instead.
I'm incredibly apolitical now, but I used to have pictures of Thatcher and Indira Gandhi (I know, I know) up on my wall when I was 8, and the J'can MP I crushed on hardest then is now our Prime Minister, and it still gives me a warm feeling inside.
But now I'm shallow and care not of those workings.
My first memories are of being at demonstrations, but now I'm really nervous of attracting governmental attention. I'm still trying to work up the nerve to write to the government to say I'm in favour of same-sex marriage. I am wussy.