Why is it that we live in a world where EVERYTHING we do is scrutinized, criticized and mocked? Not just by the media, but by our peers as well.
Why is it that things have to be deemed "weird", "unusual" or "strange"?
Or in the case of SELF Magazine, "lame"?
If you are even remotely involved in social media, I am sure you already have read about Monika Allen, the runner (who yes has cancer, but that shouldn't even matter) who was mocked by SELF Magazine for racing in a tutu. She was misled by the magazine and gave them her photo, one of her running her 26.2 mile victory lap in, gasp, a tutu. The horror.
Why does it matter what she is running in? Or for that matter that she is even running at all?
One thing that I want to leave this world knowing is that I had the courage to be weird, to be strange, to be unusual. It would be nice to know that it was without fear of ridicule or mockery.
I will continue to run in a tutu, to listen to music that people think is weird at decibels that I shouldn't be, to watch shows and movies that little kids watch, to dance around the house when no one is home, to talk to my pets like they are humans, and most importantly I will continue to do what I want to do. Because that's what makes me, me.
No one has the right to make anyone feel bad about who they are and what they do or don't do. And shame on you, if you do.
So in the end, the only thing that is "lame" about this entire situation is that it happened in the first place.