Hong Kong before England:
Hong Kong after England:
IT’S THE EYEBROWS
WAITING FOR HONGICE
So my mom is acting like a jerk.
I felt like a guy today and was wearing my ever-so-cherished red power ranger shirt. Makes me feel like a boss. Anyway, that’s beside the point. The problem is, my mom always complains when we’re going somewhere and I wear a men’s graphic tee. (She doesn’t know it’s a men’s one though, of course…) Seriously, we were only going to my aunt and uncles house for pizza. Not a big deal and not something I need to get dressed up for. She also did this on christmas when we were going over to another family member’s house, which I really don’t need to get dressed up for either ‘cause, c’mon, they’re family. They don’t care what I wear, just as long as I have a good time with them. But not my mom. Oh no. I need to represent her and her need to be perfect like the little white suburban family we are, to which I prompty give a, “Fuck that.” Even my highly old fashioned dad said nothing about my wardrobe and just went about his day like it didn’t matter, which it really didn’t.
It took me a while, but I’m over it now. I just wish my mom would stop nitpicking all the time.