Imagine my husband coming into the house. He steps into the kitchen, and there I am at the computer weeping uncontrollably.
“What happened?” asks spouse as he rushes to me.
Between sobs and catching my breath, I try to answer. It takes a full minute before I speak at all, but finally I manage. “Henrietta just told me about a boy who had to throw a brick through a Jaguar window.”
“Someone threw a brick at Henrietta’s car? Wait a minute, Henrietta drives an old Geo Metro. What was she doing in a Jaguar?”
“Not Henrietta’s Jaguar, just some Jaguar. You’re not listening to the story. The boy was on the side of the road and his little brother was in a wheel chair and he fell out. But no one would stop to help, not one person.”
“Why didn’t Henrietta help him?”
“Henrietta wasn’t there. But anyway, the boy had to throw a brick at the car just to get help.”
“Hmmm. So were these boys friends of Henriettas?”
“She doesn’t know the boys.”
“Oh I get it then. She knew the Jaguar driver.”
“She doesn’t know him either.”
Husband backs away now. He removes his arm from around my trembling shoulders. His interest wanes and he rummages in the refrigerator. Husband pulls out brick of cheese and slices off several pieces. “So, where did this happen?”
“I don’t know,” I say, gaining control now, starting to feel stupid.”
“So now who told Henrietta?”
“People.”
“What people? News people?”
“No, not news people—just people. They forwarded to her. And she forwarded it to me. I’m not sure it really happened. It’s just a story.”
“Oh,” he says as he sticks the cheese in his mouth.
“You have to read it. It’s the best story,” I say as I push the forward button to all my list.”
This was a fairly harmless modern folklore to illustrate a typical forwarded email story. However, many stories circulating the Internet aren’t quite as harmless. Many stories include sentimental stories that end with something like, forward this to all the women you know, or everyone who you care about, or who has touched your life in some way. Nice you think, so you press send. Some emails seem nice, but then they end with a little caveat that says if you don’t pass it on to at least seven people within seven days you will have terrible luck. I’ve even gotten one that said if I didn’t pass the email on, I would never have sex again. Common sense should tell you that it isn’t nice to pass these emails on to anyone you do care about, but I have gotten these kinds of forwards. On the opposite end are the ones promising unimagined blessings if we pass it on to everyone we know. Hmmm. Again, think about it. Neither could be true. Resist the urge to pass the email on.
For years I’ve been getting emails about missing children. Most of these are a hoax, and are actually harming the effort to find the legitimate missing or kidnapped children. Before hitting the forward button on these, take a few seconds and go to www.Snopes.com. Snopes checks out all kinds of rumors, and chances are if the missing child is a hoax it will declare it as such. Another popular type of email is the one that is meant to warn people of danger, or good safety tips. This email may start out with an alarming and shocking story. Again, before hitting send, take a minute and check it out. There are legitimate safety precautions, but don’t burden your friends with unneeded worry about something that isn’t true. Here is an example of a popular chilling urban legend. This was number nine of ten safety tips for women. Checking these tips out on Snopes, told me that some of the tips were useful, while others were actually bad advice. None of us want to pass on safety tips which actually increase danger.
9. Another Safety Point: Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her “Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.”
The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, “We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.” He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby’s cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby’s cries outside their doors when they’re home alone at night.
Please pass this on and DO NOT open the door for a crying baby — This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because the Crying Baby theory was mentioned on America’s Most Wanted this past Saturday when they profiled the serial killer in Louisiana. I’d like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle. I was going to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as well.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Here was Snopes answer for this part of the email:
A more lengthy debunking of the “crying baby” lure can be found on our page devoted to that hoax, but in a nutshell: no serial killer used that ruse, and the story about helpful policemen who instructed the woman who heard such cries to stay inside and not open her door is fiction. The “audio tape of a baby’s cries used by a murderer to draw women from their homes” fabrication was born of the anxiety surrounding the hunt for the Baton Rouge serial killer in 2002. That case was profiled on America’s Most Wanted in September 2002 and again in January 2003, but neither airing made any mention of the purported “crying baby” theory.
The rest of the Snopes details each of the ten tips and offers better advice on avoiding being a victim.
Another Internet story where caution should be used before forwarding on are those potentially offensive or character impugning ones. These kind are harder for some people to detect. Often the sender feels strongly they are just passing on something that all good moral patriotic folks would enjoy reading: Wrong. Being in the political minority in Utah, these are the ones I get the most which I feel cross the line in appropriateness. With immigration such a hot button issue, some of these are racist in content, others border on slander, while others are meant to be funny, but are probably only funny to those in the same mindset. Often the sender just sends to everyone on their list, perhaps not realizing that a few on that list will find the email offensive. If you must forward these, take the time to cull your list and send it only to those who will truly appreciate it.
With such an interesting presidential race, some emails impugn character. Often the forwarded email contains a partial truth, hyped information, or something out of context. Most people feel passionate about politics and learning as much as they can about a candidate before they vote. Gleaning that information from forwarded emails is not an effective way to find information. Check our facts. Check Snopes.com. They will research for you. If it’s too good not to pass on, then it still will be too good after you’ve asked yourself a few questions before pressing send.
Archive for the 'Culture' Category
In today’s Salt Lake Tribune is an op-ed piece I wrote about polygamy, copied below. Some people will say I’m overstepping my bounds, and others will say I don’t go far enough. I simply hope it makes people think about the church’s connections to polygamy. The present policy - relying on the Associated Press and other news organizations to clarify who is and who is not Mormon - seems bound to fail, as the public doesn’t consult the AP Style Guide when they talk about such things.
Continue reading ‘Moving Forward: The LDS Polygamy Question’
Religion and comedy have been in the news recently, with some interesting Mormon angles to the story. A few weeks ago the Salt Lake Tribune had an article about Mormon comics that was quite funny. Alas, the article is archived, although you can still view the comments at that site and I think you can pay to see the original at the Trib archive. In today’s Deseret News is another, arising from Mike Huckabee’s joke about a family recipe that offended Catholics. The story also mentions some jokes I’ve collected on my website. Take a minute and enjoy the jokes. It’s Saturday, after all, and you deserve a smile.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Yes, I have a sweet tooth, and the dental bills to prove it. Because my favorite holidays are the ones that involve food, I love Halloween. Continue reading ‘Happy Halloween! (Don’t dress like Elvira at BYU)’
A few days ago, the permabloggers here decided that it was time to change our look. Actually, I probably forced the issue, since I’ve never thought the old look had anything to do with our name, and I thought the old look was ugly. We uploaded some photos taken in LDS cultural halls, and the reaction in comments here, and among the perma-bloggers was varied, and interesting.
First a little history lesson about the LDS cultural hall. The first LDS cultural hall was probably the Nauvoo Cultural Hall. Its varied uses reflected the early saints’ broad interest in the world around them. It was used for church and business meetings, plays, funerals, dances, and Masonic meetings. (Yes, all that dancing that Terryl Givens speaks of probably started here.) The tradition of strong support for a public building dedicated to enjoyment of “culture” continued when the Saints moved west to Utah, first in the Social Hall in Salt Lake City, and then in cultural halls built in many, many small towns in the mountain west, such as Chesterfield, Idaho, where the cultural hall was called the amusement hall.
This weekend Second City Touring Company made it to my corner of Georgia. The comedy troupe that gave us such greats as John Candy and Stephen Colbert spent Saturday night in little ol’ Statesboro. They performed classic skits from the past and poked fun at current events as well. It was a great evening of laughs.
The curious thing happened at the end. Their last act was completely improvised. It began with the actors taking the pose of a letter, and then acting in whatever way suggested by that letter. On Saturday night, the letters “M” and “D” suggested to the cast monkeys or chimps. The way the skit worked, when the moment seemed right one of the cast members watching the others would say “Freeze!” and assume the same pose as the other actor, but take the skit an entirely different direction. It was a riot.
So, what was the curious thing? At what turned out to be the very end of the performance, 5 of the 6 cast members are all huddled together — one inside the huddle and four surrounding him in a circle — and the 6th yells “Freeze!” but then says, “The Mormons!” And then the lights went out; that was the end of the skit.
A group of people huddled together could be many things, but “The Mormons”? It left me wondering whether this actor is/was LDS, or what connections he might have with the church. The huddle was reminiscent of a prayer circle; maybe our comic knew it from Dutcher’s States of Grace, or Big Love, or some other film where the image has appeared prominently. Or, maybe the pose suggested to him the “love-bombing” that sometimes happens with investigators.
At any rate, I was intrigued that this iconic pose was known well enough that in a fast-moving improvisation game, “The Mormons” is what came to the actor’s mind. I also wondered what the audience’s laughter represented. Honestly, I have a hard time believing that the typical person attending that performance knows an LDS prayer circle, even if it is an iconic LDS image in Mormons’ minds. Instead, it seems that “The Mormons” is really a punchline, a funny name given to a weird pose. Maybe it would be different in Salt Lake or Cedar City, but not in this backwater Baptist town.
Exponent II has an interesting post by Caroline called Tales from a Garment Wearer. As is typical with these every-month-or-so garments-themed blog posts that spring up around the bloggernacle, the comments are fascinating, personal, and diverse.
I appreciate and respect the degree to which garments bless and comfort the majority of Latter-day Saints. But my appreciation and respect is of the “outside looking in” variety. I feel the same about fans of opera, or Lord of the Rings— you can explain why shrieking valkyries, or stout, pointy-eared hobbits are meaningful to you until you are blue in the face… you can enroll me in every opera appreciation class and LOTR fan club known to man… but I just cannot feel it myself. It just bounces right off of me. I can only understand your love of garments/opera/LOTR intellectually by comparing it to something that gives me the same feeling.
Continue reading ‘Confessions of a Garment-Wearing Malcontent’
I’d heard good things about the movie New York Doll
Through the efforts of Morrissey, the group reunited in 2004 to play a concert that exceeded everyone’s expectations. Past hurt had been forgotten, and the band’s music was a triumph.
In case you don’t know Kane’s story, I won’t give away the ending of the film. I will say only that I was deeply touched by the story of this gentle soul. My musical tastes don’t include the style of the Dolls, but this film will be one I watch many times for its beautiful message.
New York Doll is a powerful and moving film. The story of a lost and hurt soul who found a home in Mormonism, Kane longed for the limelight he once knew. Sometimes dreams do come true.
My ward had it’s pioneer day sacrament meeting last week. That’s a week earlier than usual. The choir had a song prepared, and our best tenor was leaving town this week. Our best tenor is also the bishop, so he rearranged some things.
With all of the Mormon Matters podcasts I’ve been participating in the over the last month or two, I’ve become enamored of the sound of my own voice. Instead of writing about last week’s Pioneer Day meeting, I recorded my thoughts about it. If you’d like to hear about how it went, here’s the MP3.
Here is the link to the midi file and the full text of the hymn I talk about in the ‘cast.
What do y’all think about Pioneer Day? Anything fun happening with the Utahans tomorrow? I used to think it was really dumb of the Utahns to have a day off and parades for a holiday that nobody else in the country celebrated or cared about. Then I moved to Southeast Louisiana, and suddenly it didn’t seem so dumb. Although I’ll bet nobody flashes their breasts to get cheap plastic beads at Pioneer Day parades, and there’s no king cake season (yum, king cake!) leading up to the Big Day.
“Who are these children coming down, coming down.
Like gentle rain though darkened skies.
With glory trailing from their feet as they go.
And endless promise in their eyes!
Who are these young ones growing tall, growing tall.
Like silver trees against the storm.
Who will not bend with the wind or the change,
But stand to fight the world alone!
These are the few, the warriors
Saved for Saturday, to come
The last day of the world
These are they, on Saturday…”
As many of you probably know, this is part of the Lex de Azevedo musical, Saturday’s Warrior. (Lyrics by Doug Stewart) I was in late high school when it came out, and was already something of a curmudgeon, so didn’t go to see it– but if you were in Utah in the mid-late 70’s, you heard the music everywhere, and it seemed as if everyone had seen it, loved it and accepted it as doctrine. Since I’ve never seen it, it would probably be wise for me to refrain from posting my own synopsis, but I do know that much of the plot revolved around people who knew eath other in the pre-existence, being reunited on earth. And there was some fairly heavy-handed anti-birth control propaganda– the sarcastic song Zero Population.
Somehow Saturday’s Warrior came up in conversation the other day, in a mixed-age group of Mormon women, which included perhaps ten women who are about 60 now. To my great surprise, three of the ten or so women of that age group admitted to having decided to have one more baby after seeing Saturday’s Warrior. One of those women had twins. And a younger woman in the group said that her parents had not been planning on having more children, but after they saw Saturday’s Warrior, they decided on just one more– and that was her. So, I’m just curious– any of you 30ish people know if you were a Saturday’s Warrior baby? (This could make for an interesting Father’s Day conversation.) Or did any of you older folks have “one more” because of the play?
And other than the family planning inspiration, are there other impacts on LDS culture that you see from Saturday’s Warrior? I do think it’s the direct forefather of the LDS movie and music market, but can’t think of anything else.
Actual one other question– how well-known is Saturday’s Warrior today? Anyone here not know about it already?
I like the idea of the Cultural Hall. It is a place where people can gather to enjoy a wide range of experiences together. My last, most memorable real-life “cultural hall” experience was a high priests’ dinner a couple of years ago. These can be dull and boring, collections of men vying to best each other in some unofficial story-telling competition, but not this one. The dinner was good, and there was entertainment. Fun entertainment, even, that opened up my eyes to talents I didn’t realize my fellow ward members had. They asked me to tell Mormon jokes, as a sort of master of ceremonies, between the real talent acts. It was a blast.
Most of the time, though, our cultural hall is used for Sunday school or other classes. For me, not so fun. In fact, I rarely attend those events.
Remembering that high priests’ dinner has reminded me that the cultural hall in my ward fills many needs. Sometimes, er, usually, it is a place where people gather for spiritual uplift, or education, or group-think, take your pick. Other times, it is a place for socializing, basketball, or even broom hockey. For me, I’ll take broom hockey over group think.
This leads me to ask, how big is the cultural hall in your ward? Big enough that you feel included, at least from time to time? What was the best, most memorable event to take place there?
Heather Havrilesky, who writes the I Like to Watch TV column for Salon.com, started one of her recent articles with these observations about “soul”:
“Everything in the world either has soul, or it doesn’t. Lemon squares, for example, have no soul. Pumpkin pie has soul. A Ford Taurus has no soul, but a Ford Bronco does. Baseball bats have a lot of soul. Volleyballs don’t have soul… Dishwashers are soulless. Doing the dishes by hand, on the other hand, is soulful, especially if you fill the sink with hot soapy water and put on rubber gloves. Bright blue plastic kiddie pools have soul. Above-ground pools have no soul. Jumpy castles have soul. Ball pits have no soul…”
You get the idea. Apparently it was a mistake to expose myself to this “soul or no soul” concept so late on a Friday afternoon, because sure enough, the next Sunday as I sat through an especially dull High Councilman’s talk, my semi-conscious brain started randomly generating long lists of Mormon-related “soul vs. no soul” comparisons (which was better than having the Brady Bunch theme song pop into my head, which is what usually happens).
Things like: The tabernacle on temple square has soul. The new conference center has no soul. Sunbeam classes are packed with soul. Elder’s quorum classes are generally soulless. The old Provo 1st Ward chapel where my wife and I first attended church as newlyweds, with its high, vaulted cathedral ceilings, real pipe organ, and secret third-story attic classroom that could only be accessed via a rickety metal spiral staircase had soul. The cookie cutter chapel we attend today has no soul. Funeral potatoes served at ward dinners have soul. Reheated trays of Stouffer’s lasagna served at ward dinners have no soul. Small-talky conversations in the church foyer with the other people who are ditching Sunday school have soul. Small-talky conversations in your living room with the home teachers have no soul.
Those are a few items from my list. I’m sure your list is much different. So to borrow from the immortal words of Ms. Linda Richman, “I’m a little verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves. I will give you a topic: What’s on your Mormon ’soul vs. no soul’ list? Discuss…”
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My daughter went off for her first semester at BYU and called me a week later, very upset. She couldn’t really articulate the cause of her agitation. The only explanation she had was that “all the girls here are blonde.”
“Surely,” I replied, “not all the girls are blonde.” Even when I was at BYU years ago there were different ethnicities represented at BYU.
“Yes,” she insisted, “everyone is blonde.”
I later learned that my daughter was reacting to the homogeneity of thought that one often encounters among large Mormon populations. This daughter had attended a very large high school with very few Mormon students. She had developed her own ideas, politics, and moral code while remaining true to LDS standards. When she went to BYU she discovered that it is difficult to be perceived as righteous if you are not wearing the “right” style of clothing, for example. Or if you don’t belong to the “right” political party. (pun intended)
These things that I believe are completely non-essential to being a believing Latter-Day Saint are emphasized to a greater or lesser extent within the stakes and wards of the Church. While still in a student ward, I had two children ages 1 and 2 and one on the way. I was perceived as being a thoroughly faithful TBM while others who were pursuing graduate degrees and had postponed their families were suspect. (little did they know I was clandestinely studying early Mormon history and post-Manifesto polygamy!)
For a while I believed this situation was improving in the Church. The word “diversity” was beginning to be mentioned in many Relief Society settings in a positive way. In a 1991 General RS meeting, for example, Chieko Okasaki, herself one of the few examples of racial diversity in the governing bodies of the Church said: look around the room you are in. Do you see women of different ages, races, or different backgrounds in the Church? Of different educational, marital, and professional experiences? Women with children? Women without children? Women of vigorous health and those who are limited by chronic illness or handicaps? Rejoice in the diversity of our sisterhood! At the time, my daughter was 6 years old. In the late 1980’s and early 1990’s there were several strong voices celebrating diversity in the Church.
But there soon came a retrenchment in thought regarding diversity. In 1996 in a news article announcing that more than half of Church members now lived outside the United States, Dallin H. Oaks was quoted as saying that that the growing diversity among the members is simply a condition, not a Church goal. The real goal is unity, not diversity, he wrote.
Boyd K. Packer said in 2003: If they throw the word diversity at you, grab hold of it and say, “I am already diverse, and I intend to stay diverse.” If the word is tolerance, grab that one, too. After the turn of the century (2000), one is hard pressed to find a positive mention of the word diversity in talks by Church leaders. The sole example I could find (in an admittedly quick search) was by Gordon B. Hinckley in CR May 2006 where he emphasizes the need for greater kindness in “accommodating” diversity and specifically mentions racial diversity. However, in almost the same breath, he lambastes men who will not go to work and force their wives to have a career to support the family.
By the time my child went off to BYU, there was perhaps greater actual racial diversity than I encountered there in the early ‘80’s, but less tolerance for other areas of diversity. Thus her perception of all the BYU coeds as being blonde.
I appreciate the efforts of John Dehlin and the “NOM movement” to legitimize those who diverge in a wide range of areas. There are those who believe that diversity can strengthen the Church, and those who fear it, especially when it manifests itself in religious thought. I have come to no certain conclusions about the matter. I only hope that I and my daughter have a place in this Church, for we are both brunettes.
This podcast is literally one of the best I’ve ever heard. It reviews a new documentary (discussed below), and works very hard to say, “You can keep your faith and belief in scripture/revelation, and still embrace your homosexual loved ones .” A true middle way for spiritual folk caught in the crossfire between organized religion and homosexuality. And the interview is set in Utah, so it stands within the Mormon context. Please listen if you can.
SALT LAKE CITY, UT (2007-01-24) If you’ve listened to a debate about homosexuality, chances are you’ve heard the word “abomination” quoted from the Bible. It’s in Leviticus Chapter 20, right after Moses teaches that it’s an abomination to eat shrimp or a rabbit. In the Sundance documentary For the Bible Tells Me So, director Daniel Karslake follows five very normal, very Christian American families who all had to reconcile their religion with learning they had a gay child. Doug talks to Karslake about homosexuality, biology and scripture through the prism of the family.
- You can see Sundance screenings of For the Bible Tells Me So Thursday, January 25th at 2:30 p.m. at the Library Center Theatre or Friday, January 26th at 11:30 p.m. at the Holiday Village Cinema II. For information on tickets, call 435-776-7878 or click here
- For more information on Mary Lou Wallner’s work, visit Teach-Ministries.org
This is a really great article, and a perfect one to end the year on as middle-way Mormons/semi-religious folk.
“Andrew Sullivan on the rise of fundamentalism and why embracing spiritual doubt is the key to defusing the tension between East and West.”
Check it out, return, and report. 
Christmas time is upon us. It’s a time when we have to get together with folks who we might otherwise not spend time with: our relatives. I’m wondering how the holidays go for others with religious differences at home. At our house, I’m in the odd situation of being the “religious” one. (Odd, since at church, I’m sure I’m considered inactive, even though I attend at least one meeting almost every week– funny how that works in Mormonism, isn’t it?) I used to be kind of a Christmas freak and go all out decorating, baking, partying,etc, and even though I’m over that mostly, I still do want to have a big tree, with my ornament collection and my nativity sets out etc.
Continue reading ‘Christmas Tips’
Deep Mormon heritage is often listed as a significant reason why NOMs choose to stay involved in the church. It’s certainly a major factor for me. But every 24th of July, when we drive two hours South to celebrate the holiday with my in-laws in the tiny Mormon town of Kanosh, Utah, I’m reminded in no uncertain terms that in the Mormon world there’s heritage—and then there’s Heritage.
I believe that “O Be Wise,” by Elder M. Russell Ballard from the October 2006 LDS General Conference, will go down as one of the most important “modernizing” talks ever given by an LDS General Authority–if anyone actually pays attention.
This talk was absolutely groundbreaking to me. Please allow me to provide a few examples:
Continue reading ‘“O Be Wise,” or Praise be to Elder Ballard’
DISCLAIMER – This post contains facts about my life that you might not want to know if you are, for example, my mom. Just a warning. Also I apologize for the gratuitous use of metaphors.
Like a lot of youngins who leave the church I found myself pulling out of Super Strict Rule City onto the Do Whatever The Hell You Want Expressway. I threw the WoW out the window and let the sexual standards slide back as I revved my free will and headed towards freedom.
Anyone heard of Joseph Campbell, or a book entitled “The Pagan Christ?” I have a really, really smart cousin who recommended it to me, so I must recommend it to you.
There is a Joseph Campbell Quote that he gave me last week that has really stuck with me: “Myth is what never was, but always is.”
The First Presidency Christmas Devotional is this Sunday, 12/3. I haven’t decided if I will watch it. In some ways I’d like to as I like a little tradition and Christmas carols, especially when sung but one of the best choirs on the planet, fill that niche. Thinking about it reminded me of going years past. I stopped inviting my non-member parents after a couple years for one reason: Joseph Smith. Continue reading ‘(How much is too much) praise to the man’
Check out my dear friend Buckley Jeppson on Washingtonpost.com.
A few of you may remember my podcast interview with Buckley–he is LDS, and has been threatened with excommunication for marrying his gay partner, Michael (also a dear friend).
I include the link here because Buckley still very much values his membership, in spite of all the struggle–and he discusses his commitment to the church in the video.
All the best to you Buckley (and Mike)…and to the rest of you, I hope you enjoy!!!
On a recent Speaking of Faith episode, The Spirituality of Parenting, (Read more and listen here.), Rabbi Sandy Sasso discussed the challenges of people from a variety of points on the spiritual spectrum fostering their children’s spirituality and answering the tough questions. Though I’m not a parent, I found all of it relevent to my own spiritual journey and experiences. One particular quote from Rabbi Sasso stood out to me:
“Don’t let the people who gave you a bad impression of your religious tradion be the only ones to define it. You, too, are a part of that tradition and you’re not just a descendant, you’re also an ancestor and you helped to create the future of that tradition.”
Continue reading ‘Musings From “The Spirituality of Parenting”’
A scene from Galaxy Quest– the crew of the spaceship, who are really the cast of an old science fiction show, pressed into service as a real spaceship crew, is watching a group of cute little blue aliens come out from a tunnel….
Gwen: Oh, they’re so cute.
Guy: Of course they’re cute NOW. But in a second they’re going to turn MEAN and UGLY somehow and then there are going to be a million MORE of them!
Continue reading ‘But words can break my heart…’
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