9 April 2012
I was just listening to a country song by the jets, minding my own dang business, and I thought to myself, "Self, why is the world so fake. Why do we imagine an American family as the family with the sensitive, kind and loving blond mom named Betty, or Becki, or Molly, who bakes perfectly flaky, tender cherry or apple pies, the strict disciplinary daddy with the strong chin , and the three perfect children who behave and are all beautiful and smart and creative and skilled? Why is that what we think of, when the truth is so far from that pathetic example?
A Thought • Opuss № I