Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Dear Ke$ha,

Apparently we look alike.

I know, right?

But, apparently, if you're standing behind me off to my left side, I actually look a lot more like Ke$ha than one might have originally guessed.  (My roommate confirmed this.)

I was in a fifth grade classroom this morning and one of the students, not standing in the circle with the rest of the class, is looking at me.  I smiled and tried to invite her into the circle, but she just got more excited.  "This is so cool!" "What?" I asked, struggling to see how not participating suddenly became so cool.  "You look just like Ke$ha!" "Really?" "Yeah!" "Really??" By then the class had really gotten started, so I didn't have time to ask her what about my appearance made her think of Ke$ha.

I wear pants.  I never have abundant amounts of glitter on my eyes.  I try not to rip my stockings.  I have never lived in my car.  And, I don't hang out with unicorns and then kill them.  How could this kid see anything in common between me and Kay-Dollar-Sign-Ha? I'm still a little appalled, but if this is more than a little true, how am I to fight this?

We R Who We R


love,
hannah

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