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When I was in grade school, people made fun of my frizzy hair. I didn’t care that I had frizzy hair. I wasn’t even aware that there was something significant about my hair. But apparently there was, and I got made fun of, and I started caring.

Sometimes I get made fun of now for my opinions. It’s a different kind of upsetting, but it reminds me of grade school. It’s like the further away you are from neutral on anything, the more likely it is you’ll end up a joke. Take a step in any direction, even an unimportant direction, and someone will find you weird and therefore, hilarious.

Now that I think about it, it’s kind of sad for the people who make fun of others. If you’re close enough to neutral to feel safe making fun of others, you are probably boring. Boring. God. How do these people live with themselves?

Then there’s the whole issue of bringing up something no one cares about. Imagine if someone next to you brought up that some kid’s shoes were ugly. The kid doesn’t care. Why the hell does the person next to you care? Tell them to find something else to worry about. There are problems all over the world. Tell them to pick a random place and start worrying about whatever is going on there. Or tell them to worry about themselves. They’re probably boring. Tell them to work on their personality. Most of all, regarding the kid’s shoes, tell them to get over it already.

I’m just popping in to say, “I am good, except for one thing.”

It feels like I’ve been doing tons of things, so I’m stressed, but really, I’m just unorganized. If I were organized, it would feel like less work. So, I need to do something so I don’t fall behind on the stuff I need to get done. You know, all three tasks. I’m a wimp.

Otherwise, I’ve been good. I apologize for this craptacular post, but tomorrow is vlog day! I’ll be talking about my trip today to Sante Fe Springs. Um. Be here or be square?

I didn’t think I cared so much! I wasn’t going to blog about how smitten I am with Google’s ad, but a Folgers coffee commercial has put in perspective how great Google’s ad is. I must share it.

HOLY CRAP. CUTE, RIGHT? ADORABLE. SIMPLE. POWERFUL.

Now, the Folgers commercial I saw ten minutes ago.

What the fuck?

The woman gets home late, and when her dad points it out, she reminds him that she’s not 16. Because a good teenage girl must answer to daddy.

But he’s not gonna have to worry about her living her own life anymore! A man is gonna straighten her out.

She flashes a wedding ring at her dad. She is getting married to Todd! And Todd’s a lucky guy. Yep, lucky, lucky Todd. He gets the girl. Marriage being an equal partnership between two people who love each other? No, Todd is lucky.

And it turns out that before he even proposed to her, he talked to her dad about it. I don’t know about you, but if I’m getting married to someone, I’d prefer they ask me for my permission to marry me, not my father for his permission. My father does not own me. No one owns me. No one can hand me over.

Also, drink coffee.

In addition to being disgusted at Folgers sexist commercial, I’m thinking I’m gonna try to appreciate it when people do or say something progressive. Because obviously, the concept doesn’t even enter some minds.