“So, here you are, you’re an animal and you’re a god! So, what are we going to teach you about in school? Well, we can teach you about sex, we can teach you how to rebel to you[sic] parents, we can teach you how to be a homo! But we’re definitely not going to teach you about the word of God! Amen.”
I’m furious. Not on my own behalf, although it might have been nice to get some lessons in before encountering actual gays in the wild. Mostly I’m furious on behalf of my friends who had to do ALL THIS EXTRA WORK teaching me how to be a homo.
I mean they had to teach me EVERYTHING. Paying bills on time, applying for jobs, catching the bus, gathering in liquor-serving establishments with friends, going on dates, playing instruments … it took FOREVER. Some of them took me to movies and bought popcorn to demonstrate how it was done. Hell, a couple of them even had to get married and raise a damn kid together around me. They had a Fourth of July barbecue and all. They bought a house.
What a tremendous amount of effort. Kids today are freaking spoiled. They don’t know how good they have it.