What the hell is wrong with you? Are you really going to wear that? Why aren’t you right now cooking me a nice meal and wearing those hot boy shorts you know I love and saying those words you know I want to hear at exactly the moment I like to hear them, to make me feel better about everything, even though I probably won’t?

Why are you so terribly disappointing?

This really struck a chord with me.  As my mother says about my family “we’re never happy until we’re unhappy,” and that seems to be spreading like cholera.

I have it on good authority that this is what happens when gays hit 30.

[…] public confidence in Newfoundland’s own government had been eroded by scandals during the late 1920s and early 1930s. In 1932, a group of demonstrators had actually occupied the parliament house and chased the prime minister through the streets in order to lynch him.