rose, a Filipino woman, on my newly acquired mohawk and nose piercing:
"what happened to your hair?...what did you do with your nose?
i liked you better when you were decent."
prejudice is a beautiful thing.
it's not even prejudice, though. she, and several others, is judging me after she already knows my character, and just because my appearance changed, she gets uncomfortable and upset.
it's really very amusing.
yet very upsetting.
i don't mind honesty, but pressure is a completely different thing.
you can say "I don't like it, but as long as you do..." it's a bit different when you insult someone and look at them with disgust.
i don't go around telling people that i liked them better when they lived up to my standards of decency.
maybe because i don't have any.
who knows.
this deserves more thought than i feel like dedicating to it right now.