You were a good hairbrush. By my side for at least 15 years or so, ever there when all the other hairbrushes would hide amongst the frippery in the makeup drawer. You served me well, never complaining about the times when my hair was so long that it took over an hour to work out the tangles. You smoothed my coif to shiny goodness when it was short enough to just comb with my fingers. Your wooden handle had begun to show age with little nicks and dents in the smooth polish, but you never complained. Your bristles stayed strong and true, unlike other more recent brushes who gave up the fight against wet tangly hair almost before it began.

Even more recently being the chewtoy of an overzealous house pony, you still performed your duties well. I am sorry that the aforementioned dog hurried you to the afterlife(or whereever old brushes go) You didn’t deserve the neglect from me.

You will be remembered for the true hair implement that you were.

Here’s the deal. I like to watch Movies. I like to listen to music. I like to watch Standup Comedy. However, when said activity blasts me with some sort of political statement, you just lost me. Actors, Singers and Comedians who think to push their particular political opinions on me are, in my opinion, a waste of time.

I want to be entertained, not lectured. I do not choose movies, or singers or comics for their political leanings. In fact, nothing puts me off faster than the “Entitled To Use My Fame To Push My Political Agenda” faster than someone shitting in my lap. Cause basically, that is what it is. To those I am referring to: Entertain me. You are not qualified to lecture me on poliitcs or use your platform to hold me hostage to your political views.

I. Am. Not. Interested.

YOUR political opinion isn’t any more interesting to me than Mary Waitress who slings pizza at Pizza Hut. Just because you have this illusion that you are important because you Star in Movies, Have a Hit Record, Are a clever and funny comedian, It does not give you licence or QUALIFY you to discuss politics.
Sure, you are entitled to your opinion, but likewise, **I** am entitled to live my life without HEARING your opinion.

Got it?

Good.

A conversation one morning before school…

 While paying homage to her reflection
Katy:(to Becky) I had a dream last night that I took your phone to school with me

While searching for her shoes
Becky: (To Katy) And then I had a dream that I beat the snot out of you for touching my phone.