The Kit Kat Club

More responses to the "5 words you associate with me" meme...

( apple_scruffer's words: John Barrowman, Geoffrey Jellineck, 'I Drove All Night,' Pirates, and 'Naked Pictures of Famous People.' )

( laliandra's words: Rose, Cabaret, dresses, SPAM THREAD, Oberlin. )

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you. (Please note: If you simply wish to comment on something I've said but don't want to participate in the meme, that is fine. I will only give you five words if you specifically comment you with 'Words!')
(Disclaimer: I think this sort of goes without saying, but if we are just passing acquaintances it might be a little dumb for you to ask me for words. I'd sit there and go "DUHHHH WHO ARE YOU" and not come up with anything good.)

( LILI GAVE ME WORDS. )

( THEN CORYNN GAVE ME WORDS. )

I'm sorry I keep doing these. I just find them really exciting. And the thing is, I love it when other people post music, so my brain's going "Other people must love it when I do this! :D" If that's not the case, I apologize.

( Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe... )

You know those song memes I do where I post 5 songs beginning with a certain letter? This is like that, only I'm going to post my favorite song from each letter of the alphabet. And I'm not uploading any of them individually because that is 26 freaking songs, but I will provide a .zip file for anyone who wants it. And if you want to hear a certain song, holla at me and I'll upload it for you.

( Alphabet soup! )

.zip file:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=I9Y19HHP

I got a new phone today. It's super-fancy -- by my standards, anyway. It's a Samsung Propel, in red. It's a slider phone, which I've been wanting for a long time, and it has a full QWERTY keyboard, which is awesome but it'll take me quite a while to get used to texting with it. My texts to Jenn tonight took AGES to write. It was frankly quite frustrating. But yeah, it's got GPS and a halfway decent camera, so it's quite exciting! (I like that I don't use my phone AS A PHONE unless I have to. Not a big talk-on-the-phone person, me, and by that I mean I have an unreasonable phobia of it.)

In my frustration and stagnation I have actually been making things. A few nights ago I grabbed my Generation T book and my Jack Skellington t-shirt and went to town. Basically -- I made a cut through the whole front of the shirt, slightly off center. I sewed the two sides back together, but left two flaps of fabric, which I then sewed back to the shirt itself, basically creating two drawstring casings. I threaded leftover fabric up through one casing and down the other. Basically what I've made is a t-shirt that I can ruche up to show a little skin. It looks pretty damn bangin' if I do say so myself, especially since I used white thread on a black shirt. It's cool, all right, just believe me.

And last night and this morning I finished my second-ever knitting project. It's just a little coin purse, but it involved decreasing stitches and sewing sides together -- way more complex than anything else I've done. So I'm inordinately proud of myself for that.

Tomorrow I'm off to JT and Kelsey's for the weekend. I'm looking forward to it so much. I'll be off the grid for a few days, though, unless I steal their computer and drunk-post or something (not out of the question).

My life is frustrating and stagnant.

I want to lose some weight. I know that sounds ridiculous; I know I don't need to. Trust me, I've been told quite enough recently that I have no "right" to want to lose weight. I'm thin by pretty much anyone's standards.

But I was literally one consistent weight through middle school and most of high school. Then, senior year, BAM, I gained 16 pounds, and I've been gaining weight slowly since then. And I don't think it's unfair to think that that's almost always going to be frustrating, no matter who you are. Even if that change just brings you from "terrifyingly skinny" to "a vaguely normal weight."

I really don't know what to do about it, though. At Oberlin there was a gym I could use for free, even though I didn't take advantage of that nearly as much as I should have. Here, the gym is out of my price range for the time being. Which leaves running (not an enjoyable prospect, but one I might be willing to try) or using yoga videos or my workout ball. Not sure how effective those would be in the weight loss department, but I could try. I'm not especially willing to change the way I eat. I'm certainly not willing to eat less, though maybe I should; I'm just so hungry ALL THE TIME these days.

Ugh. I don't know. And why is the gym so out of my price range? Because I'm still unemployed, and apparently unemployable. No one has called me back. No one. What the fuck. I know I'm inexperienced, but do I come across as utterly incompetent just in a freaking paper application??

I'm going to start talking to temp agencies, but at this point my hopes are not high for anything.

There is no way to say this without making myself sound like an ignorant, shallow moron.

Up until, oh, let's say November or December 2008, I...didn't keep up with the news. Really. I didn't make an effort to read it or watch it. I knew I should care, but I always found an excuse not to. I didn't know what I should be reading or watching for the most in-depth, fair opinion, so I just didn't bother.

And you know when that started to change? When I joined rahmbamarama. Seriously. Not that we are a credible or unbiased news source. If you're not familiar with us, we spend a lot of time speculating on sexual relations between the President and the Chief of Staff. But like, it made me so much more interested in public and political figures.

And I mean. I hate to say it. But I don't know that I would have started making such an effort if it weren't for the fact that so many of them are so. damn. attractive and awesome. It's just so much harder to care about the GOP multitudes of faceless idiotic white men than it is to care about a kickass sailor-mouthed tiny Jewish Chief of Staff, and a dorky, comic-loving, smooth-talking intelligent President. I don't like this about myself; it seems shallow and I hate shallow people. But. I don't know. It's how it is. RBR also led me to the discovery of pundits such as Rachel Maddow and Anderson Cooper, and it's just...nicer to hear the news come out of their mouths :D They's purdy.

Anyhoodle. Today I went shopping with Sam, Syd and Julia in Philadelphia. It was AWESOME. <3 you guys. And on Sunday I went to Village Thrift and found a dress suitable for when I visit Rasika with Jenn and meet Rahm Emanuel there. And shoes that match perfectly. For under $10. Hell yes.

I'm going to start calling temp agencies and trying to find work there. Still haven't swallowed my pride QUITE enough to do fast food. That time is fast approaching, though.

I'm either going to knit something or destroy a t-shirt tonight.

HAY GUYZS I'M OFFICIALLY 19 and really really excited about it for some reason :D :D :D

So what do I have planned for this most auspicious of days? Torah study, services, and work at the candy store.

No, seriously. ALL ABOARD THE FAILBOAT.

(I don't know if I related this story before, but one time senior year, Mr. Witte was trying to get me to remember the Latin word for "fail." I had been teasing Corynn all year about being on board the failboat, so he prompted me with "What kind of BOAT is Corynn on?"

I responded, completely innocently, "A slave ship? Oh, does it mean 'slave'?"

Oh, is this my handbasket? Thanks, I'll climb right on in.)

Anyhoo, yeah. I agreed to work on my birthday. I need money that badly. But with any luck, in the evening, I'm going to a party -- not for me, mind you, but for our friend Tunick who's getting taken off probation. (Yeah, remember how I had that boyfriend who got arrested along with his friends? Yeah...) Such is my life, but at least it's a party.

I wonder what I'm going to getttt *bounces up and down excitedly* I LOVE PRESENTS. I think my sister is getting me a Bad Wolf t-shirt. And there's this perfume I've been asking for for years, so I hope I get that. And I probably won't get a new camera, but it would rock if I did. And and and. STUFF.

But! I already got one of my presents! I got contact lenses!! And I have photographic proof!
( YOU SEE NOW. )

THE END. It really is Helen Keller's birthday too, by the way. Look that shit up.

Bad stuff:
-My wallet is gone...and I think it's gone for good. I can't find it anywhere. There was nothing massively important in it -- three library cards and my health insurance card. All of which can be replaced, but...argh. Why am I such an irresponsible idiot?

-This not-having-a-job thing is really, really bothering me. It's all I think about lately. And as July 18 gets closer I'm just freaking out more and more that I won't be able to go visit apple_scruffer. I think I've applied at at least 7 different places now, and I'm going to fill out two online applications tonight, but just...what if I can't find anything? I know places ARE hiring. Am I not pretty or elegant enough or something? Am I really going to have to resort to fast food?

Good stuff:
-umbrarumcantus just IMed me all "Oh hey, I'm going down to DC some weekend, we should carpool." If this works, that's $66 NOT going towards this trip.

-Spring Awakening with wrestlingdog tonight was awesome!

-I'm getting contact lenses on Friday!!! A lot of people have said to me "Noo, you're prettier with your glasses." Maybe that's true, I don't know, but I want to have the option of not looking like a bookish dork 24/7.

-Sam posted pictures from our solstice celebration and they are GORGEOUS and awesome. I have the most talented friends. ( 3 pictures under the cut. )

More musicspam. Sorry, I did that letter song meme...again.

The Rules:

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter. (If you want a letter, just say so)
2. List (and upload) 5-10 songs that begin with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

alienchrist gave me R.

1. The Decemberists -- The Rake's Song (lyrics) (Warning: This song is about infanticide, basically. It scares the shit out of me.)
No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse

2. We're About 9 -- Reading You (lyrics)
Are you out there, Florence?
I have been reading you
You are the star that set me dreaming
And all I've ever known of

3. The Beatles -- Real Love (lyrics)
Thought I'd been in love before
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

( 4 more under the cut. )

Lovely, crazy weekend. I stayed over steel_lily09's house for two nights, and we partied with VF folk. We had a "pagan festival" -- really, complete with (somewhat half-assed) spell casting. The best part, natch, was the part where we painted all over each other. I had an elephant, three snakes, and two vaginas painted on me, not to mention myriad pretty designs all over my arms, legs, back and face. Sam took some truly gorgeous photos, so hopefully photographic proof will be forthcoming. I love you guys so much ;_;

On Wednesday I'm going to see Spring Awakening with Lil! Fantabulous! The seats aren't great, so I think I might take her out to dinner beforehand to make up for it somewhat.

Despite not actually having permission yet, I am thoroughly planning my trip to go see apple_scruffer in DC on July 17. We're going to go to dinner at Rasika, both because it has great Indian food and because Rahm Emanuel has been seen eating there :D :D :D clearly we will be dining simultaneously and he will ask us to dine with him and we will talk for hours and then maybe do sex. I mean. What? I'm seriously considering buying a new dress for the occasion, namely, this dress. What do you think?

And am going to bug you all with a music-spam. Nothing special, just a few songs I can't stop listening to as of late.

1. Lenka -- The Show. Apparently this song was really famous at some point and used in a bunch of commercials. I live under a rock and didn't hear about it till apple_scruffer posted it. Now I can't stop listening to it. It's happy and fun and wonderful.
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go I can't do it alone I've tried
And I don't know why

2. Uh Huh Her -- Covered. I need more songs by these girls. I got this off a mix. A little techno, a little Tegan and Sara-esque, maybe a little TATU? Or maybe I just say that because they're lesbians.
Hollar now you want it
Gonna see, see how do you love again?
Higher than the stars
You're covered in my hands tonight

3. Tori Amos -- Welcome to England Sweet, sad, melancholy.
I forgot that you said, "Girl if you come...
you better bring your sun.
Sweet girl, you gotta bring your sun
Now don't you forget you bring your sun--
Just enough for
everyone
for everyone
Welcome to England"

( 8 more, and a bonus track. Make me happy, check it out. )

Hope you enjoyed this installment of Carolyn's boredom, and maybe you even saw some music you wanted to hear!

The next few weekends are packed. I hope Jack doesn't need me for weekend nights.
This weekend: Bryn Mawr Girlchoir reunion on Saturday, staying over Julia's, "pagan festival" in VF Park with my middle school buds!
Next weekend (June 26-28): My birthday!
July 3-5: Spending it with JT and Kelsey!
July 10-12: Free?
July 17-19: HOPEFULLY HOPEFULLY HOPEFULLY visiting apple_scruffer in DC.
July 24-26: Visiting kk_kk_kk!

Question of the day: Why do people suck so much?

I am completely done with the outside world right now. I guess because I've been spending so much time at home or with my friends lately, but man, crowds and strangers are just driving me up a wall right now. It doesn't help that I just spend the afternoon trudging around a shopping center roughly the size of my entire town, looking for jobs.

Which -- yeah. The people who suck the most are definitely employers and business owners >:( GOD, YOU GUYS, I AM SERIOUSLY NOT THAT UNEMPLOYABLE. I just can never seem to find work. A lot of places aren't hiring right now, but I got to turn in applications at Barnes & Noble, The Christmas Tree Shops, Cheeburger Cheeburger, and Hallmark. And I just feel like they're not going to call me and it's all futile.

I tried to act extra confident and badass, because once when I was talking to Jack, he said that when I came into the candy store to ask about a job two years ago, I seemed really pitiful and unsure of myself. And it almost made him not want to hire me. I don't know how to be awesome :( but I pretended I did.

I just want one store to call me back. Just one, that's all I ask. It would be the best birthday present. I want to go down to DC in July to visit apple_scruffer, and for that, I definitely need money. I just found a paycheck from Oberlin, and I got paid yesterday for participating in a medical study, so I'm up $140, but I need more.

Speaking of, my birthday is in 8 days. What are you going to do about it?

Yesterday, I found a credit card on the ground outside the PATCO station. I looked up the guy's name on whitepages.com and on Facebook, and I think I've found him. Sent him a Facebook message asking him if he'd lost a credit card. I was feeling really proud of myself for doing the right thing, and then I was like...wait. It's not goodness to be better than the worst. Of COURSE this is the right thing to do, I don't have any right to go around feeling proud of it. Any decent person would do the same.

But, given that I've had an iPod, a cell phone, and a debit card stolen from me in my time, I kind of have to assume that a lot of people aren't "decent people."

I slept really late but I think it may be naptime nonetheless.

--Still trying to keep abreast of everything going on in Iran, but it's tough. Tough and also frustrating, because I literally don't have any idea what to do. Beyond little things like tinting my profile picture green and wearing a green armband. And I changed my location on my Twitter profile to "Tehran" and set my timezone to GMT+3:30 -- the idea being that since the repressing forces are trying to hunt down the people illegally twittering in Iran, the more of us who have our locations set there, the harder it will be for them to find the people who really are situated there. And I'm trying to spread information to friends who have no idea what's going on there.

But beyond that, what is there I can do? Would donating money make a difference -- not that I have any to donate at this point?

I wish I were more like Anderson Cooper. When he felt like this -- and when he was younger than I am -- he just picked up and started jetting off to Third World countries and interviewing and helping and getting the word out.

--On a lighter note, I cleaned the fuck out of my room today. I even did ~laundry.~ A few corners are still piled high with boxes, though: I literally have five or six boxes filled with nothing but books, sentimental trinkets, and pictures and like that. I save all the birthday cards and letters and little presents people give me because they make me smile. On the other hand, they're not making me smile if they're just sitting around in boxes. But it seems ridiculous to unpack if I'll only be home for six months. (Hah. "Only.") I don't know. I can't bring myself to throw any of it away.

--The point is, I'll have clean underwear at some point soon, and this is a good thing.

--I have a pretty dress. My pretty dress is something known as a "Magic Wrap." It looks revoltingly simple to make; it's just two large pieces of fabric sewn together at one end, with two straps. It functions primarily as a wrap skirt, but the idea is that you can also wrap it around yourself and make it into many different interesting dresses depending on how you fold it. This only works in theory. It is in fact very complicated, not to mention too big for me, so whenever I want to wear it I have to get someone to help me. Very embarrassing. But worth it: ( a picture. )

For more information:
PICTURES:
here and here
NEW INFORMATION:
Here - near constant updates
Here - ONTD_political live post
ON TWITTER:
@StopAhmadi, @IranElection09, @persiankiwi, @NextRevolution, @Change_for_Iran


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Rules:
o1. Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper at their LiveJournal.
o2. Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper!
o3. Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!

( The hotness is this way. )

Super anxious about this paper. I think I've got pretty much everything now; just gotta rework the conclusion and send it in. Argh, I'm so scared it sucks and I don't make my point clear and I'm not citing properly. Had forgotten how badly I deal with stress/nerves; I'm pulling my hair out again.

Tomorrow it will all be over, though!

Ok, now it's been a month -- almost down to the hour -- since I went to the silly goose hopsickle.

Thoughts for today:
It's starting to bother me more than it did at first that I won't be back at Oberlin next semester. I know it's probably better that way, but I can't even imagine how frustrating I'm going to find it. Especially with the wonders of the modern age -- by which I mean Twitter, Facebook, and LJ -- I'll get to read about the fun everyone's having, while being stuck at home and frankly having very little fun. I'm suddenly very glad I have some friends who don't go to college or who commute. At least I'll have Ashley and Ralph and some other people.

But yeah, as little as I appreciated and enjoyed Oberlin while I was there, there's a lot I'll miss and be envious of during my convalescence (and by convalescence I mean going to therapy once or twice a week and otherwise going stir crazy). At least maybe it will make me more thankful for what Oberlin has to offer when I go back in the spring. (Of course, by that point I hope to be much more of a functional human being in general, who doesn't like...hate life.)

I'd been putting off calling my boss at the Candy Buffet. Which seems odd considering how badly I need to work and get money, but I knew it would lead to the dreaded "Actually, I'll be here until December or January...I'm taking next semester off" conversation. And it did. If I say it's a medical leave, what if he thinks I'm sick and can't work? And if I elaborate and say it's for mental health reasons...well, no one wants to have a crazy person working for them.

Fortunately he didn't ask too many questions after I told him I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. And he'll be calling me when he has some hours I can work. Bless that man.

I feel as though my new medicine is giving me exceptionally vivid dreams. It seems like a weird side effect, but hey, pretty much anything's possible on psychotropic drugs. But then it could just as easily be because I've been sleeping so late, and I tend to dream more vividly when I sleep into the late morning. Time will tell, I guess. My doctor wants me to try to remember and document my dreams to see if they say anything important.

Last night I dreamed that I contacted both the Candy Buffet and the Ritz to see about working while I'm home, only to discover that both of my bosses had died while I'd been away. I would have known, and could have attended their funerals, if I'd only called sooner. Both of these are men who've been very kind to me and I feel very affectionate towards them. After I learned that they'd died, all I remember from the dream is crying uncontrollably. An alarming percentage of my dreams seem to end that way.

"But Oh! for the wise, loving home girls
There's constant and steady demand."

-I'm taking a break from writing my ten-page research paper right now. I may stop for the night. I'm honestly just kind of writing unsubstantiated crap right now. Argh, I am terrified. I have at least four pages left to go, and it's due on Monday. Four pages in two days wouldn't be such a big deal, either, except I'm afraid I'm running out of material. Hell, I'm afraid I'm doing this whole thing wrong. Too much background before I get to the point? An unclear thesis? Is it terribly obvious that I'm really trying to pad it up with stuff that doesn't necessarily support my point? How does my professor want this cited? What do I do when I'm making a point that seems terribly obvious, but for which I have no citation? (For example: Duh, women are usually portrayed as passive bystanders in history, but that's because of the legal and social constraints on their behavior which prevented them from playing a more active role. Do I need to prove that somehow?)

-I went to get my hair cut with Ashley yesterday. Pictures are here and here. I think I like it, but it was supposed to look like this, so I'm somewhat disappointed. I may actually invest in a hair straightener to get it to look more like how I wanted it. Damn my surprisingly fluffy hair.

-Ashley and I got mistaken for twins. Again. It's starting to be a little spooky.

-I hate that I am such a Debbie Downer all the freaking time lately. Again, when I'm actually out with friends, I'm pretty happy. But when I'm home, or online, I'm like...miserable. I really dislike that about myself.

-There's so much I want to be doing. Like baking or writing or learning to drive or knitting or getting a job (which is in fact a necessity). But I don't know where to start or what to do. I just know my life is super boring most of the time.

-Oh yeah, and I didn't get that government-sponsored job. Turns out it's like financial aid; since my mom makes above a certain amount of money, they can't pay me. Well fuck. I am quite literally broke and now I don't know what to do.

-I want to cuddle with someone and watch scary movies.

It's been almost a month since I overdosed and checked into the hospital. It happened in the wee hours of May 14. I was going to wait until June 14 to make this post, but I have thoughts about it now that I want to write down before I forget.

( Cut for whininess, emo-kid-ness, and potential triggers. )

Other things:
-Woke up today with cramps so bad I thought I was dying. I don't think they've ever been that bad before. I was crying and thought I would actually vomit. For that reason, I didn't make it to Penn to work on my paper. Tomorrow, I suppose.
-Ashley and I are going to go get haircuts together on Thursday. Still working out the finer points of what I want exactly, but it'll be dramatic. I hope it's not terrible.
-I just got an email from the mother of someone who was in the Bryn Mawr Girlchoir with me all those years ago. There's apparently a sort of reunion party on the 20th, to celebrate the choir's 10th anniversary. I'm really excited for it. I just Facebook friended a bunch of girls from the choir whom I haven't seen in five years, and it was fascinating to see how much they've all changed. I doubt I'll even recognize some of them. I know I'm virtually unrecognizable at this point.

First and foremost: apple_scruffer, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I love you, bb. Sorry I haven't been around much this weekend.

Aaand here's why. Saturday was incredibly, unspeakably frustrating. Not only did I leave the house much later than I intended, AND managed to leave my Decemberists ticket at home, but when I got to the UPenn library to work some more paper, I was told that the library is closed to the public on weekends. And though they allowed students with IDs from accepted affiliate colleges in, Oberlin was not one of those colleges. Can I just point out that that was an hour and a half's worth of public transit and tramping around Philly in summer heat for NOTHING? My dad picked me up, thank God, and gave me my forgotten ticket, and took me to the Free Library. I got an hour's work done before they closed, which was something, but it all felt very futile.

Whatever. The Decemberists made up for everything, and it was so awesome to see erinpuff again! I was distinctly underwhelmed by the opening act, but man, when the Decemberists themselves played? It made up for everything bad in my life ever AND THEN SOME. Awesomest concert I've ever been to, hands-down. Everyone's performances were wonderful, and the lighting was mesmerizingly beautiful.

I'll be honest -- when I first heard "The Hazards of Love," I was pretty unimpressed. (I was also in the hospital, so I was pretty unimpressed by everything.) For those of you who don't know, "The Hazards of Love" is their comprehensive concept album, with a storyline and characters and everything. But Ms. Charlton was like "Listen to it again, it grows on you." And it really has over the past week or so. I learned to accept that it is very different from their early stuff. And it's not perfect. But I'd really started to love it recently, and seeing it live just made me love it beyond all reason. God. Just. Why are they so amazing. "The Hazards of Love 4 (The Drowned)" is so beautifully tragic.

After they performed the album, they came back and did some other stuff -- "July, July!", "Sleepless," "The Crane Wife 3," "Summersong" (omgomgomg <3), "Shiny," "O Valencia!" and "The Chimbley Sweep." And for an encore, "The Bandit Queen" and "Sons and Daughters."

SERIOUSLY JUST AMAZING OK. JT and Kelsey picked me up afterwards, and I proceeded to be a total Party Failboat. I had like, a daiquiri and a half, threw up, and fell asleep. I think I need to stay away from daiquiris and screwdrivers for a while. I felt pretty boring and bad, but maybe it's better than what happened last time. JT was showing me some of the pictures he took that time, and uh, wow. I do not remember being that...clothes-less. Heh.

Today we drove up into the mountains to Jim Thorpe, which is actually a town. A little touristy town in the Poconos. It was adorable and lovely. This post is getting too long, so let's move onto the pictures. FOR THE RECORD: I took an OBNOXIOUS amount of pictures at the concert, and they all suck. Fair warning.

( And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn. )

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-rowe/krxq-sacramento-radio-hos_b_210637.html

Williams and States took turns referring to gender dysphoric children as "idiots" and "freaks," who were just out "for attention" and had "a mental disorder that just needs to somehow be gotten out of them," either by verbal abuse on the part of the parents, or even shock therapy.

"Allowing transgenders to exist, pretty soon it becomes normal to fall in love with the animals," they said.

For his part, States bragged that if his own son were to ever dare put on a pair of high heels, States would beat his son with one of his own shoes. He urged parents whose own little boys expressed a desire to wear a dress to verbally abuse and degrade them as a viable response. "Because you know what? Boys don't wear high heel shoes. And in my house, they definitely don't wear high heels.

..."I look forward to when [the transgender children] go out into society and society beats them down. And they wind up in therapy."

That's right, folks! If your child dares to act outside the gender norm, you should beat the crap out of them until they're too scared to ever express themselves again! That is, after all, just a reflection of what society will do to them. And you don't want your kids acting like those nasty transgendered people, do you?

And I mean, the kids can take it. It's not like they're vulnerable, impressionable beings who look to their parents for guidance and love.

...Find another side to this crap. I dare you.