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Sometimes I feel like an unappreciative bitch, but I kind of feel justified for this one. This has been simmering for a few weeks but I couldn't keep quiet about it anymore. Sometimes it takes your parents to really make you feel like a worthless piece of shit. I'm pretty sure I titted better than their tat, though.
Email to my father:
"I would appreciate it very much if I could have the receipt for the books you and mom gave me for my birthday so I can return them and get something that I would actually ever consider using for anything other than kindling. This is by far the worst birthday present that I can remember getting, and I may seem ungrateful, but that's because I am ungrateful. You might as well have given me a can of tennis balls for as much as they have anything to do with my interests; at least the cat would appreciate them. I would have preferred nothing.
I would ask why you would give me something that I am not only disinterested in, but don't even want people to see on my shelf, but I know why. Just like the garish wool socks residing in mom's drawer and the ruby earrings living in her jewelry box it is just another example of her passive aggressively buy a present for me that she actually wants for herself, knowing that I have no interest in it whatsoever so I'll just let her have it. By the way, do you actually remember the last time you saw me wearing earrings? She feels guilty about buying things for herself so she pretends they're for me. Of course she'd never admit it, she can't even admit it to herself.
But feminist poetry, really? Think about it, which of us is interested in poetry? Which of us is interested in female empowerment? Which of us goes to poetry events at least weekly while the other one inwardly groans and tries to not roll her eyes while waiting and pretending to pay attention to be polite when the first decides to subject the other to her latest works? I don't like poetry. I don't read poetry. I haven't done anything poetry-like since high school, and even then I didn't care about poetry, I just liked hanging out with the people in the club. I could also go on a very long diatribe about how I hate modern feminism and how it is destroying a good portion of the progress made in the earlier days.
See, the thing is, I DO believe it's the thought that counts, and this thought offends me."
I received a call from him on my cell phone about 45 minutes after writing this, but I was in class so I couldn't take it. He didn't bother leaving a message so I haven't returning the call.
Email to my father:
"I would appreciate it very much if I could have the receipt for the books you and mom gave me for my birthday so I can return them and get something that I would actually ever consider using for anything other than kindling. This is by far the worst birthday present that I can remember getting, and I may seem ungrateful, but that's because I am ungrateful. You might as well have given me a can of tennis balls for as much as they have anything to do with my interests; at least the cat would appreciate them. I would have preferred nothing.
I would ask why you would give me something that I am not only disinterested in, but don't even want people to see on my shelf, but I know why. Just like the garish wool socks residing in mom's drawer and the ruby earrings living in her jewelry box it is just another example of her passive aggressively buy a present for me that she actually wants for herself, knowing that I have no interest in it whatsoever so I'll just let her have it. By the way, do you actually remember the last time you saw me wearing earrings? She feels guilty about buying things for herself so she pretends they're for me. Of course she'd never admit it, she can't even admit it to herself.
But feminist poetry, really? Think about it, which of us is interested in poetry? Which of us is interested in female empowerment? Which of us goes to poetry events at least weekly while the other one inwardly groans and tries to not roll her eyes while waiting and pretending to pay attention to be polite when the first decides to subject the other to her latest works? I don't like poetry. I don't read poetry. I haven't done anything poetry-like since high school, and even then I didn't care about poetry, I just liked hanging out with the people in the club. I could also go on a very long diatribe about how I hate modern feminism and how it is destroying a good portion of the progress made in the earlier days.
See, the thing is, I DO believe it's the thought that counts, and this thought offends me."
I received a call from him on my cell phone about 45 minutes after writing this, but I was in class so I couldn't take it. He didn't bother leaving a message so I haven't returning the call.