Getting my hair cut is like laying down on the psychiatrist's couch. My mom interegates me on just about anything she can think of. Today's topic was homosexuality. A touchy subject at best because my parents are totally against it and have choice words on the subject. I on the other hand could care less, I judge people by who they are. The problem is whenever someone brings up subjects such as that they are either looking for a fight or for you to say something specific.



My Mom wanted to here me say something and I am not sure if I came through for her. This did lead to a conversation on how my generation should be (is) more accepting because we are way exposed to a lot more diversity than generations before us.