When something shitty happens, it is inevitable that someone is going to tell you to be grateful for whatever is less than shitty. I get it, I do. My imaginary memoir is titled, “Well, It Could Have Been Worse….” But sometimes I just want to wallow a little bit in the unfairness of things that are, well, unfuckingfair.
Light blue or dark blue? Red or gold? In my family there is no room for indecision. By the time you could talk, you’d better be able to root for a college basketball team. We are not, nor have we ever been, a family united for one school – having instead flung our allegiances all over the state of North Carolina.