Yay for awesome teenagers
There were a bunch of high school kids on the bus this morning. The conversation went something like this:
Boy1: Yeah, we're totally going to get there even before Mr. So-and-So.
Boy2: You're, like, the only one who likes Mr. So-and-So. And he's gay.
Boy1: No, he's not. You're gay!
Boy2: No, he totally is!
Boy1: Whatever!
(about here I start gritting my teeth. And then...)
Boy2: It's not a big deal. My uncles are gay. I live with them.
Girl1: Yeah, my cousin's gay.
Girl2: The only one who cares whether or not Mr. So-and-So is gay is you, Boy2. Maybe you're actually gay...
(You just know she's totally one of those girls who watches Queer as Folk and everything...) That pretty much made my morning.
Boy1: Yeah, we're totally going to get there even before Mr. So-and-So.
Boy2: You're, like, the only one who likes Mr. So-and-So. And he's gay.
Boy1: No, he's not. You're gay!
Boy2: No, he totally is!
Boy1: Whatever!
(about here I start gritting my teeth. And then...)
Boy2: It's not a big deal. My uncles are gay. I live with them.
Girl1: Yeah, my cousin's gay.
Girl2: The only one who cares whether or not Mr. So-and-So is gay is you, Boy2. Maybe you're actually gay...
(You just know she's totally one of those girls who watches Queer as Folk and everything...) That pretty much made my morning.