Mixed up kid
I came across this note on the homepage of a popular internet community that I am a member of the other day, posted by someone I know:
How do you honestly feel about interracial dating? Would you date someone of the opposite race? Would you treat a friend different if they dated someone of the opposite race?
Here are some highlights of the conversation that ensued. This looks a bit long, but I have bolded some of the best parts for your convenience. Names have been removed for privacy.
Author of the note: I dont agree with interracial dating at all. I would never date someone who is not Black. I would treat my friends different because of their choice of mate.
Normal person: …I have no preference in race!! If I am attracted to a guy, love a guy, and he treats me good I dont care what race he is!! Cultural barriers can be broken if a person is open-minded!!
Proud racist: Well then I guess I am not open minded, no I would not, nor do I approve of it, I have fell out with a guy friend for doing it, but later changed about that…I don’t think I would treat my friend any different, coz to each is own…but my children better not. I feel we should stay with our own kind. In reading some of the other comments……. people tend to cross over to make mixed up kids like they say…just so they will have pretty kids, I hear to many say that, but they don’t think about the mixed up blood…those children are all mixed up for the lack of a better word.
Blah & Order: Hey, your note popped up on my home page. As a child of an interracial marriage, or a “mixed up kid” or what have you, I am a bit disappointed and a little bit appalled that people in 2009 (with a mixed race president of the United States, mind you) still have this attitude. I do think it is important to uphold cultural identities, but race is a construct and frankly, if racial lines blur to the point of no longer defining people by the color of their skin, then I say good riddance.
Author of the note: That will never happen because no matter what people judge based on skin color Period. That reminds me of people that pass for White to get something, never has anyone passed for Black.. My problem lies with the fact that just because someone wants to date outside of their race everyone has to be ok with it. Negative…
Lets be REAL!! We live in an inperfect world and we are imperfect dont say what you want to hear say whats REAL!
Blah & Order: That’s guaranteed to continue as long as people justify and defend racial intolerance. In what universe is acceptance a negative thing? Ultimately, who anyone decides to be romantically involved with is a personal decision. It is not your duty to support everyone else’s decisions, but it’s also a bit odd to be vehemently against something that does not affect you. Having an arbitrary preference towards one race is one thing, but to limit your interactions with and also judge others based on a strictly racist standpoint is just awful.
I also wanted to point out that “opposite race” only comes into play when you’re talking about black versus white. Even then, “black” people and “white” people alike do not all come from the same place, reducing “staying with our own kind” (as your friend said above) to people who look like you, which is not the same thing.
Sadly, I’m quite offended by this whole thing. At the end of the day, your opinion is yours. I’m capable of having friends with different opinions, but I don’t really consider someone who would think I am a product of an inferior union is* my friend. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to take further part in this conversation.
*Typo. I didn’t want to change it though since I won’t give the same level of kindness to these other comments.
– Internet friendship terminated by Blah & Order –
Proud racist: Same here, I was asked my opinion and I gave it, sorry if I offended you, I don’t know you personally but The birracial children that I do know are mixed up meaning black and White our blood don’t mix and this is my opinion.
Author of the note: First I never said that I “limited my interations with and also judge others”because I dont, and for you to come onto the note calling me a racist is ignornant. My opinion is just that mine and if you dont agree then fine, dont. I didnt create racism and I am just a product of the environment!! I also never said your the product of an inferior union, please sit down. I JUST DONT AGREE WITH IT!!!
At this point, with the friendship deleted, I completely abandoned the conversation. It is clear to me that this person does not understand what his or her own words mean. So much to say about that last comment:
“First I never said that I “limited my interations with and also judge others”because I don’t…”
May I refer you to your very first comment on your own note?
“…for you to come onto the note calling me a racist is ignornant.”
I’m not sure if the person who can recognize racism is the ignorant one in this situation.
“I didnt create racism and I am just a product of the environment!!”
Oh my god, have some agency!
“I also never said your the product of an inferior union, please sit down. I JUST DONT AGREE WITH IT!!!”
Oh yes, you didn’t literally say it, therefore your “shouting” about not agreeing with interracial relationships doesn’t imply that there is something wrong with mixed race people.
Maybe I’m a bit naïve, but I generally don’t hang out with anyone who is so unabashedly racist (I guess it follows that they would not want to be friends with me). It is so disappointing to see that other young people living in this current day in this country feel this way.
Someone could have argued that it doesn’t directly affect me if they choose not to date outside of their race. And yeah, that’s fine as long as you’re not saying you are going to judge others for doing so and posting notes about it where I have to see them. Don’t like interracial relationships? Fine, don’t be in one! I said something today that would normally sound dramatic but was literal in this case: Saying you’re against interracial relationships goes against my very existence.
Remember to breathe. While I just spent this whole post complaining about this person’s idiocy and can’t pretend that the world isn’t suffering from major prejudices right now, I’m going to remind myself that I have had positive relationships and friendships with all sorts of people and am probably a lot better off than those who choose not to. </Pollyanna>
No rain, no rainbows
Here are some happy images for this rainy morning. Last week, book a week geek, her beau and housemate and I saw double rainbows! It was unreal. We freaked out for as long as we could see them. We were high from jammin’ at Guitar Center. It turned out a lot of us were united in seeing those rainbows from all over the city.
Pot of gold = endless soup and salad bar
Then I made these chicken pot pies from scratch for my hungry friends. Thanks, Ina Garten! It was really labor intensive but I am now better equipped to make them again in the future.
I also made coconut lime cupcakes (not pictured) for our out-of-town visitor. I broke the coconut by going behind my apartment and throwing it on the concrete. I maintain that Becca is the only person I will open a coconut for.
Last night, I found this beautiful, giant cat outside of my apartment. It was enormous and mangy. A friend of mine lost a cat a few months ago, and I tried to get in touch with her to find out if she was gigantic. The cat let me pick it up and I brought it into the hallway of my apartment and gave it some water, and it started mewing and I found out it was the loudest cat on Earth. I loved this cat. Conversely, I think it hated me for bringing it inside and not letting it in my apartment. After confirming that it was not actually my friend’s cat and quickly scanning Craigslist, I sadly let it go on its way, afraid that it was just someone’s outdoor cat in the area and it wanted to return home. It was the biggest, loudest cat I had ever seen. On this rainy day, I wish this huge cat good tidings and hope it is in a safe place.
I’m sure we’ve been through this before…
What a weekend in the arts, folks. Musical theater, concerts, and films! Let’s discuss.
Friday – Pittsburgh CLO’s production of Barry Manilow’s Copacabana
I was able to rope a new gentleman friend into going to the Benedum Center with me. There were a lot of silver-haired people in the audience, which made me wonder what kind of entertainment I will enjoy if I make it to 80. First things first, when I’m at a play, I like to scan the playbill for the best looking actors and then look for them on stage. In this case, it was mostly the female backup dancers. Lola was a cute little thing and I was impressed with everybody’s voices. The dancing, on the other hand, left something to be desired. The best or worst thing to happen to us was the song “Man Wanted.” It is my new favorite thing. Do not watch this video if you want to ever forget how this song goes. But how can you not watch it – it features Barry Manilow and Mr. Carosi from the beach club episodes of Saved by the Bell!
Saturday – The Walkmen w/ Cass McCombs
I recently saw The Walkmen at Sasquatch, but Mr. Smalls was a different experience. But quite like Sasquatch, I managed to stand behind people that made me want to shoot myself. Like, I’m happy that there is music out there that makes young people happy and want to freak out, but for heaven’s sake please be courteous of the personal space of those around you. Especially when you’re dancing to some imaginary tempo that no one else can hear. I think maybe they were on ecstasy. I ran into Marne and we griped about how we wish all shows started at 7 p.m. because we’re old.
I had only heard Cass McCombs earlier that day. I liked his set but got the feeling he sounds a lot better recorded, or, the music at least. A lot of his songs have this ethereal quality that sounded a little junky in Smalls. His band was kind of lackluster.
The Walkmen put on a great show. I was so far away the last time I saw them and didn’t really know what they looked like. The lead singer has such a unique voice that doesn’t at all look like it should be coming out of him. I was in awe of this the whole time. It’s probably a bit tired to quote The Rat, but I love these lines: “When I used to go out/I’d know everyone I saw/Now I go out alone/if I go out at all.”
Sunday – Classic Comedy Marathon
I watch a lot of movies and have fallen way behind on documenting them on here for your benefit. My one goal for the weekend was to clean my bedroom, so instead I watched Uncle Buck followed by The Jerk. I borrowed these movies from book a week geek and Pete, respectively. My only problem with the John Candy: Comedy Favorites Collection is that I wish Delirious was on it. I got kind of depressed about John Candy’s demise but was cheered up by Macaulay Culkin’s INSANE CUTENESS. I can’t wait to have a kid and teach it one liners.
This poster is a bit misleading though. I mean, they invited him to come over and are pretending they don’t want him there.
It is perhaps also notable that I haven’t watched The Jerk since I was a kid. This was when Comedy Central played good movies repeatedly.
He hates these cans!
Contributing more garbage to the internet: Beyonce’s little sister edition
I am battling with myself over whether or not this is “blog-worthy.” Submitted for your approval: Solange Knowles is a clone of Gogo Yubari (Chiaki Kuriyama).
EDIT – Since I posted this yesterday, photos have popped up on various websites of Solange’s new haircut. The above picture was from a recent event, and unless that’s a wig (which it very well could be from the looks of it), the haircut is even more recent:
I think she looks great. I am not really a fan of her or her sister, but it sucks that a talented girl like Solange gets compared to Beyonce in both their performing and their looks (even if that’s the only reason some people know who she is).
Jezebel posted an interesting story about how different websites and internet comments are attacking her haircut, which is sadly not surprising. The same thing happened when Cassie cut her hair, though that was more of a dubious style choice. They’re calling her insane, a Britney Spears copycat trying to get attention and saying she looks ugly.
It took me a couple of years to grow out my hair naturally after expensive straightening treatments and coloring attempts. Currently, the hair on top of my head is my own and so is Solange’s. I think she looks a lot better without the Gogo Yubari mop on her head, but ultimately it is her choice how she wants to look and I’m happy to see a young celebrity resist the need to conform.
Pierre says, “I don’t care.”
There are a lot of things that I fondly remember from my childhood.
Everything is on the internet.
For some reason, since its advent, only once in a while do I finally become inspired to search for something as an adult.
Today, I decided to look up, Pierre says, “I don’t care.” It turns out this little story, Pierre: A Cautionary Tale in Five Chapters and a Prologue was by Maurice Sendak. I had the book on tape, coupled with Sendak’s Chicken Soup with Rice.
Pierre: A Cautionary Tale in Five Chapters and a Prologue
Chicken Soup with Rice: A Book of Months
These songs were my jams as a kid. Thanks Carole King!
I actually never read Where the Wild Things Are, but the trailer makes me very emotional.
UNSTOPPABLE
Now I have too many new toys. Introducing the Holga 135, $15 (retail $43):
The Lomography website has suggestions for a lot of cool and relatively easy looking modifications. I’m going to go nuts.
I have beena real bargain shopper lately, but the joke’s on me because I’m poor. Cue the sad trombone.
One Thing I Hate About Myself…10 Things I Hate About You & She’s All That
Last night, a friend suggested that there is something about my brain that searches out puns, but I argued that puns merely present themselves to me. Similarly, as evidenced in my recent post about Can’t Hardly Wait, my synapses can’t handle the many Hollywood connections that are stored in my Internal Movie Database.
So, while watching Brick the other night, I became unreasonably upset about how Joseph Gordon Levitt will never date me. Naturally, I think I ought to watch 10 Things I Hate About You soon. This movie had been on my mind already since my new favorite channel, ABC Family, just premiered a new show based on the decade old movie with the same title. Also, I watched The Dark Knight in the park last night starring none other than Heath Ledger (who JGL bears a resemblance to). Uh, where was I?
Oh yeah, dreamboat:
You're welcome, Internet
From adorable cutie from Angels in the Outfield to growing up kind of awkwardly on 3rd Rock From the Sun, to the hot, secretly gay popular guy on that one episode of That ’70s Show – I have loved JGL for years. Back to 10 Things.
I always wonder if actors are like, “Hey, remember how we were all in Can’t Hardly Wait and now we’re all on Six Feet Under?” Or, “Hey, I won your heart in 10 Things I Hate About You and you are my girlfriend on 3rd Rock from the Sun, Alex Mack!”
3rd Rock; 10 Things
Now it’s time to introduce She’s All That to this conversation. Gabrielle Union was in 10 Things and She’s All That. As Becca mentioned in a comment on the Can’t Hardly Wait post, Clea Duvall is also in She’s All That, and so is the kid from Angus, by the way.
Did Freddie Prinze Jr. say to Rachel Leigh Cook, “Remember when you played a little kid in The House of Yes with me and now we’re love interests in this teen romance comedy?”
House of Yes; She's All That
I will be looking to watch both of these films soon, though I don’t think I should talk about them on here anymore. Finally, I would like to leave you all with this photo of Joseph Gordon Levitt, because this post was mostly an excuse to put up pictures of him. I love the quote (though perhaps a bit disingenuous coming from Cobra Commander?):
The Reluctant Consumer: Most Satisfying Purchase
The title of this post sounds like I can’t speak English, or am a spambot, or a foreign spambot.
After work, friend/enabler Kelly alerted me to a “blowout” sale at Urban Outfitters. I approached the event with a “what the hell do I need from Urban Outfitters?” attitude. Surprisingly, I found an array of things that I actually liked and fit me, and had to play a tough game of whittling down the items I wouldn’t lose sleep over. Also, after some rooting around in a few junk piles, I found a unique item. Here is my new friend:
Unfortunately, it is actually this color. I turned over some other crap looking for another one to no avail. I had been actively looking for a medium format camera. Now, what makes this the most satisfying purchase: the tag said it was an additional 50% off of $29.99, but it rang up as $9.99, and I paid a final $4.99 for a camera that currently retails at about $37. JYEAH JYEAH JYEAH
A rare post in which I praise 50 Cent – The J. Pitts Show Episode 93
So, I’m not going to pretend I’m any sort of rap connoisseur. Last night, Pete was playing an interesting song in his car and I slowly asked, “Who is this?” about a familiar voice. He answered, “50 Cent.” That confirmed what I already knew. “But,” I stammered, “This is…good.”
It’s on their new podcast, titled Valley Man (right click and save as). The song begins at about the 13th minute. The lyrics are pretty standard for him, but it’s basically everything else that stands out. As Pete explains, “So we got 50 Cent over…the Deltron 3030 beat, kind of featuring Biggie on the chorus.”
Playlist:
Lone Catalysts – Due Process
Blaq Poet – U Phucc’ed Up
Declaime and J. Rawls – Chosen f/ BJ Digby
50 Cent – Suicide Watch
Royce da 5′9″ – Gun Harmonizing
Kurious – Sittin’ in my Car
Rhymefest – Deal’s a Deal f/ C.L. Smooth
Atmosphere – Feel Good Hit of the Summer
Bambu – Exact Change
The Kid Daytona – Just Fly
Theophilus London – Always Love You
I haven’t finished listening to this episode yet, but the Royce chorus killed me. I want to see this song performed live. He is just making crazy gun sounds. I wish I had even a tenth of this guy’s confidence:
“I’m hotter than a pair of boots and a coat/and a turtleneck/The best rapper alive…The n—- better than me is who I ain’t heard of yet/so I ain’t murder yet/He ain’t even been born/His momma’s a virgin/she ain’t even fertile yet.”
All this and more on their website. Episode 92 features hip hop and R&B songs that sample Michael Jackson, playing part of the real song first.
Contributing more garbage to the internet: Can’t Hardly Wait Edition
I was at my best friend’s house over the weekend, and her younger sister was watching Can’t Hardly Wait with her friend. Now, I am not that old, but it was really amusing to me that people born in 1990 would enjoy such a movie today. Can we take a minute to think about how this came out in 1998?!
I forgot how completely terrible this movie is. The story is stupid, the dialogue is horrendous, there is no character development and the actors all look well above 30. WHY DID WE ALL WATCH THIS?
I welcome arguments for why this movie was good. The only redeeming thing about it is Seth Green. “Oh baby please! You are FAR TOO FINE to look so sad!”
Why y'all gotta waste my flava? Damn!
I can’t argue that this wasn’t a quintessential movie of the 90s. That said, everybody was in it. Here is this crude chart I just created off of the top of my head. Surely there are more then I recognized, but I refuse to consult IMDB on this issue. Can you think of any, reader(s)? Comic sans was the only appropriate font (oh, and Clueless came out before this, so this was an actor reunion for them):
Make It Work
Last night, I resisted all of book a week geek’s attempts to liquor me up during dinner so I could set up this beauty:
For my birthday last year, my boyfriend at the time got me sewing classes (as I requested). I bought all of the supplies and took the couple night course and left with an unfinished bag that needed only two more seams. He also got me a sewing machine, but I didn’t like the model he picked out (though it was very sweet of him to go ask the ladies at the store which one to get). So, we returned it, and then I was supposed to pick out a new one. As the months passed and I did not pick out a new one, we eventually broke up and I was left sewing machineless – UNTIL NOW!
Despite my feelings about him not getting me a sewing machine even though we are broken up, I do appreciate the classes he took me to because I actually retained a lot of the basic stuff. Straight out the gate, I wound up a bobbin and threaded the machine.
I've got a notion.
After taking up the bobbin thread, I realized I should probably practice stitching on a lined piece of paper without thread, as suggested in Diana Rupp’s Sew Everything Workshop, which was a gift from my friend Kelly.
Turns out I can't consistently sew in a straight line for the life of me.
Undeterred, I wound a black bobbin and decided to finish up that bag I was making in class in the winter of 2008 once and for all.
Unfortunately, this bag is kind of crappy, but I made this crappy bag!
Nice little off the center pocket, there.
I am carrying it today to show off my handiwork to a few friends, but I think it will find its calling as a sewing machine cover.
So far, I’m into the Brother CE-5000PRW. I was not particularly psyched about getting a Project Runway branded machine (though I have a Tim Gunn pin on my cubicle wall), but I ordered this one refurbished and it came with more bells and whistles (or presser feet and needles) than similarly priced brand new machines. The digital readout displays which foot to use with certain stitches, which is helpful for a beginner such as myself. The instruction manual leaves a little to be desired, but luckily this was not my first experience with a sewing machine (Diana Rupp’s book really comes in handy with learning about why you would use certain stitches and different fabrics).
I read a lot of reviews for a lot of different machines over the past year, and all of them run the gamut from people loving the machines to thinking they’re junk. Looking at the bad reviews for this machine, I would suspect that most of these people didn’t know how to operate it properly. For me, it was relatively quiet and the foot pedal allows you to go reasonably slow, which I was particularly concerned about because sewing really fast terrifies me. But, I really only used the thing for about an hour and a half, so a more comprehensive review will come in the future. Auf wiedersehen!
The Secret Life of the American Teenager: The best thing that has happened to me since Degrassi
There’s no easy way to say this, but…I love The Secret Life of the American Teenager. Our love affair started at the gym, where I shamelessly watch Gilmore Girls on ABC Family while on the elliptical machine. I didn’t even know ABC Family had their own original programming. It’s centered around a pregnant 15 year old girl, her family, and a few of her classmates. The second season of Secret Life was about to start, so the commercials were in heavy rotation. Out of pure boredom one night, I decided to watch the first episode online on their website to see what it was like. I mean, Molly Ringwald’s on it. And then I watched the second episode. And the third…until I watched all 23 episodes of the first season!
Left to right: The Slut, The Bad Boy, The Pregnant Girl, The Sensitive Rich Kid, The Chaste Christian Girl, The Conflicted Christian Jock
(It was created by the masterminds behind 7th Heaven, which I’ll admit was a pile of rubbish. The only good thing to come out of 7th Heaven was the episode where the little girl was stealing cookies from some boy that was lodging with them, and he said, “I’m going to call you Snookie, because you sneak cookies!” I probably watched that episode close to a decade ago and have never forgotten that stupid line.)
Anyway, this show is surprisingly well written and clever. I have laughed out loud because something was actually funny, and not because it was so dumb I couldn’t believe it. Most of the kids are perfectly cast, and only a few look a bit obviously out of their age range (luckily, the boy I creepily thought was hot is actually 22). The theme song is god awful though.
This may be shocking, coming from me – I think it is better than Degrassi: The Next Generation. USA! USA! But seriously, the OG Degrassi dealt with serious issues with realistic looking teenagers, as did the beginning of The Next Generation, but as the original grade six-er’s got older, it became more about ridiculous, over the top behavior and all of the kids looking hot. The comedic scenes are overplayed and the real laughs come from the dramatic moments because they’re so insane.
And you know what, yeah, sure, I’m probably not exactly the target demographic for either of these shows. As far as I know, it’s a pretty realistic depiction of current day teenagers. And I was actually psyched when the Asian girl kissed the popular jock and when the black girl made out with the hot guy. I’ll just say this was nothing like my high school experience. Maybe I enjoy Secret Life so much because I have such a “kids these days!” attitude. Just the other night, a teenage girl with huge plugs walked past me, and I literally thought, “Not my daughter!” It will probably be just days until I tell someone to get off of my lawn.
I can’t find a clip of a funny scene, so here is a commercial for the first season:
[DISCLAIMER - If you are a potential suitor of mine, or some other stranger sizing me up from my blog, please don't judge me too harshly.]
If you only ever take one recommendation that I have made, please listen to Wreckless Eric & Amy Rigby
Everyone who didn’t go to see Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby at Club Cafe last night is a bonehead. That’s almost everyone, because there were probably about 35-40 people there, at most. Amy said they personally invited one man in attendance at a Starbucks. I foolishly missed their last stop in Pittsburgh last September and knew not to make the same mistake twice.
Wreckless Eric, from England, is best known for his song “(I’d Go The) Whole Wide World,” released by Stiff Records in 1978. After his split with the label, he shifted through genres and released several records with different independents. Pittsburgh born Amy Rigby, of The Shams, released the acclaimed Diary of a Mod Housewife album at the beginning of her solo career.
I had actually read about this, but Eric briefly recounted how they met: She was covering “Whole Wide World” at one of her shows, and he joined her on stage, without her knowing who he was. Together, they put out Wreckless Eric & Amy Rigby in 2008 (on Stiff Records) and have been touring together for the past few years. They were married in April of 2008 and have been living in France. Last night’s show was their first in America for several months.
I think my heart tripled in size. The way they look at each other made me wish that maybe someday I will even come close to having that. After the first song, he moved his mic stand because it wasn’t close enough to her. “I quite like her. You know, I married her.”
I think they might be the coolest couple I have ever seen. They are both so talented in their own right, love to collaborate, are obviously so into each other and are really funny. At the end of the show, Eric said something like, “Don’t tell anyone where you’ve been. Keep it between us. We’ll return here, in five years’ time – same place, same time, same outfits – remember. When you go home, you’ll find out we’ve had our people smash us your houses.” He also joked that two men who had walked out were debt collectors coming to shut the club down, but saw how much fun everyone was having and decided to come back after the show.
They sounded great, even though there were a few mishaps with forgotten lyrics to new songs and problems with an eBay acquired keyboard – and I gasped and covered my mouth when Eric’s head had a little run in with the end of Amy’s guitar, but they laughed and hugged and kissed and it was beyond adorable.
I love Amy Rigby’s songwriting. In her song “Why Do I,” she sings: “I look sweet but deep inside I’m awful/I’m colder than a frozen waffle.” In. Love. Oh, and she has a blog.
Here is their Myspace, but you can listen to more on their respective websites, linked above.
Stay posi
My good spirits from the weekend diminished quickly upon leaving my apartment on Monday morning, in a series of gestures that spanned about ten seconds. As soon as I step foot outside and waited on the corner to cross the street, a car turned left very slowly, and the driver leaned over and yelled something, to which I did not at all respond to. As he was passing, a man crossed the street behind the car. I only saw that there was a person in my peripheral vision, and he greeted me as if I had even noticed he was there (this was friendly enough, but it was alarming because he kind of yelled whatever he said when he was right behind me). After he passed, a car turned in front of me, doing the slow down-check out that I am only so used to. In my head, I always respond, “Don’t break your neck!” Sometimes if this happens when I’m with someone, they’ll ask, “Does this happen to you every day?” to which I say, “Only every day that I go outside.”
I don’t want to get all bent out of shape about this. It just sucked after such a nice weekend, I had to be instantly reminded that I am being constantly evaluated. That’s the most upsetting thing. I think I came very close to figuring this out in my first post on this topic, but maybe didn’t explain it as well as I could have. Being looked at is not inherently offensive. It’s the evaluation aspect itself, usually combined with sexual overtones that makes me uncomfortable.
Last night though, a guy approached me at a show after looking at me in a non-lecherous way for a while and had a normal conversation with me. Imagine! He talked to me like a person! We had a friendly chat, and that was that. I didn’t ignore him, blow him off, or feel bad about our interaction for any reason. Fancy that.
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