Some very good reasons.
(From Doom Patrol #63, ‘The Empire of Chairs’, by Grant Morrison and Richard Case)
I’ve been holding off on writing post like this for a while now because I thought it was better not to say anything at all than to say something stupid, but I’m speaking up now for two reasons:
Because it currently seems possible that Scotland, as a nation, might vote for independence
Because it still doesn’t seem likely
If I didn’t think there was any chance of a YES vote there’d be no reason to climb up on my soapbox, but since it seems as though it won’t happen the next few weeks are my last chance to say why I think it should.
You are of course welcome to breeze by me as quickly as you would any other Buchanan Street barker but if you fancy hearing me out, here we go!
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’