…is another man’s hilarious stand against closed-mindedness. Check out Chris Pesto, my new hero:
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A student at Syracuse, Chris was walking through campus and noticed some protesters holding signs bearing the perennially enlightened view “Homosexuality is a sin.” And because Chris is a freedom-of-speech lover, he chose make his own sign. According to Chris:
“This woman was wearing a ankle-length corduroy skirt, which, as we all know, is a fashion nono. So, in order to make her feel uncomfortable, I stood next to her and held a sign that said Corduroy skirts are a sin! I don’t think I have ever drawn so much attention in my life. SO many people asked to take a picture with me, I got laughs, high fives and there were the few that even cursed off the woman standing behind me.”
How awesome is this?
So, in the interest of seeing whether my 1 reader is as faithful as she claims, I’m posting this entry:
Melis, the night that we hung out at your place with Meg and Mat…I ended up trying on and wearing a pair of your earrings. And so of course I walked right out of the house with them and have been keeping them safe ever since (in fact I wore them on Friday – I think they are the sole reason for my excellent 2 year review). I’ll bring them to OAR on Saturday…evidently Joe isn’t the only drunken clepto in the family.
When I was 17, my mom shipped me off to Minnesota to visit my best friend/ help her celebrate her high school graduation. It was basically the first time I’d been away from home, on my own and I was a little drunk with my own independence. Her parting words to me, as she forked over the traveller’s cheques, were “don’t come back with anything pierced”. I wasn’t a particularly rebellious child, but the fact that I’d been contemplating a belly button piercing before she even uttered those fateful words made it an edict impossible not to ignore. She didn’t find out about it for about a month, by which time there wasn’t much to say on the subject…and that incident essentially began and ended my teen angst phase.