Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
Another Show by Chris Lilley just like Summer Heights High. OMG!!! GOT TO FIND IT ONLINE!
NO. NO, NO, NO. I REFUSE TO ENTERTAIN THE THOUGHT.
OH, DO STOP BEING DIFFICULT. YOU’RE RATHER CHURLISH WHEN YOU’VE HAD TOO MUCH CHAMPAGNE.
FIRST OF ALL, CAMILLE, I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU ACKNOWLEDGED THAT I’VE HAD TOO MUCH 1907 PIPER HEIDSIECK MONOPOLE, FOR WHICH I PAID $33,000 A BOTTLE. TO HEAR YOU TALK I’M STOMPING AROUND THE HOUSE IN A FIT OF KORBEL-INDUCED PIQUE. SECONDLY, I’M NOT BEING DIFFICULT. I’M BEING DISCERNING. JUST BECAUSE YOU BOUGHT ANOTHER RENOIR DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE SIMPLY GOING TO HANG IT WILLY-NILLY. THE DÉCOR IN THIS ENTIRE WING OF THE HOUSE IS ALMOST DIAMETRICALLY OPPOSED, VISUALLY, TO EARLY IMPRESSIONIST PIECES.
IT’S NOT IMPRESSIONIST. IT’S FROM HIS ‘INGRES’ PERIOD, AND I QUITE LIKE IT. I THINK IT WOULD LOOK GOOD IN THE LIBRARY.
DO TELL ME YOU’RE JOKING. YOU DIDN’T REALLY BUY A RENOIR FROM THE DRY PERIOD, DID YOU?
UMBRELLAS, ACTUALLY. SOMETHING ABOUT IT SPOKE TO ME.
REALLY? DID IT SAY “HELLO, CAMILLE. YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ART. I AM ONE OF THE FEW DEMONSTRABLE FAILURES IN AN OTHERWISE CRITICALLY LAUDED MASTER’S CAREER! TAKE ME HOME WITH YOU! HANG ME ABOVE THE BIDET!”
… YES. YOU’VE CUT TO THE THICK OF IT. THAT IS WHAT THE PAINTING SAID WHEN IT LITERALLY SPOKE TO ME. ASSHOLE.
Oh yeah! Ja’mie you’re my hero. :P
(Source: fuckyessummerheightshigh, via st4rshipps)