pink triangle on her sleeve let me know the truth
Anyway, so yesterday I went into Mia's room to bitch at her for not cleaning out the lint trap on the dryer (AGAIN) after she used it. She's laying on her bed reading a very dog-eared copy of The Love Songs of Sappho. Huh. Well, I just assumed that this is the time in a young girl's life when she considers such things.
Me: So, uh, how's the book?
Her: Its okay, I guess.
Me: Well, if youre into the Sapphic mode, you should pick up some Catullus.
Her: I'll tell Connor.
Her: Its his. I borrowed it from him. Its kinda hard to read, cuz he's underlined a bunch of stuff and wrote all in the margins.
I havent been this confused since I coached Power Girls softball team. I thought, ya know, just because they're all, you know, doesn't mean they're all, you know. Turns out, yeah. It did. I went home and listened to Weezer's "Pink Triangle" on repeat for 45 minutes and got drunk on Rheingold.