It's that time of year. Prom Season. What do you associate with Prom? Romance? Expense? Dancing? How about sex and guns? From the look of social media (and even one politician's campaign ad) it's become the norm to meet your daughter's Prom date with a gun. Far too many people seem to see this as acceptable. I've even seen this nonsense applied to everyday dating.
Mind you, I'm not talking about the jokers. Let's get that out of the way. We all fear our children being hurt and most of us joke about what scares us. But the joke is lost on a certain demographic. Some of us still believe a virgin daughter is still a valuable commodity and not a person. Some of us never teach our daughters about these things and then wonder why they aren't safe. Some of us even think sex on Prom Night is some kind of obligation.
I would say "And they vote" but they probably don't. They do, obviously, breed.
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If you were born before 1967, you're a senior? I'm pretty sure 50 qualifies as middle-aged. Or did the definition of that change, too, like "entitlement" and "white"? An entitlement is something you're entitled to, that you've earned, or at least it used to be. I can remember a time when the only white people were those with ancestry in the parts of Europe that didn't touch the Mediterranean. Italians, Spaniards, and Greeks were a category in and of themselves. There used to be a distinction between biological sex and "gender".
I understand, and have even argued in defense of, the evolution of language and Common Usage. Maybe I'm just showing my age (apparently I'm a senior) but those things are supposed to happen slowly. Day-to-day conversations between people speaking the same language shouldn't require a translator.
Mind you, I really don't care how you label me. White, old, female, whatever. I shrug at you. But stop confusing me!
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And my last unconnected observation for the day: Stop assuming the worst about total strangers and mere acquaintances. If I see one more person fumbling to explain they meant no offense to someone who won't listen... Jeez. Seriously.
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