Wednesday, 15 June 2011
12:37:25 PM (GMT)
So I'm looking at these heavy boots on BlueBanana. You know the sort. Platformed,
chunky, chains, purple fire. And mum walks in, reading over my shoulder.
I just thought you'd appreciate an abridged version of her rant.
"You're not going to buy those, are you?"
"Mum, have you seen the price?"
"Yeah, but you were thinking about it?
"But they're the kind of clothes freaky people wear!"
"So I'm a freak?"
"You are if you want to wear rubbish like that!"
"If you're going to join the Royal Marine's band you won't be able to wear things
"I know mum, I won't-"
"People look up to the marines, and if they see you in things like that it'll get
back to your Sargeant Major!"
"But I won't."
"I didn't bring you up to like clothes like that!!! Or music like that! I didn't
bring you up like that at all!"
"How you brought me up doesn't affect my tastes."
"I'm not letting you buy them!"
"I wasn't going-"
"If I could, I'd stop you listening to disrespectful young men screaming too!"
"Girls scream too...I'm going upstairs to revise."
"You've even got an 'emo' attitude!" (Follows me up to my room) "Are you
"No." (I actually am, but shs doesn't need to know that.)
Mum: repeat full rant x2.
Okay, I love my mother and all, but sometimes.....