Conformity Conference

So, this was part of an actual conversation I had with my sister:

Me: So how wacky am I allowed to get at your birthday party?

Liz: . . . wacky?

Me: Yeah, how much am I allowed to stand out? Can I dress in full Victorian Goth with my skirts and mini-top hat?

Liz: No.

Me: Would you rather I look a little more normal?

Liz: No. All my friends already think you’re creepy or awesome. Faery wings.

Me: Which of your friends have I managed to creep out?

Liz: Chase.

Me: Mallory’s older sister?

Liz: Yeah. And she still thinks you’re awesome for making Chase almost piss herself. She doesn’t like her sister.

Me: You’ve mentioned that. You do realize that I’ve worn faery wings to your birthday parties before, right?

Liz: Yeah, but I was younger then. (FYI: that was six years ago, and a Tinkerbelle-themed-party)

Me: You do realize that pulling off faery wings requires a lot of work and a specific look?

Liz: Yep.

Me: *gasps* You know what faery wings means? GLITTER! I get to wear glitter!

Liz: Yep. And your faery skirt, too.

Me: Well, I’ll have to see. I don’t know if it’ll be warm enough for that.

. . . you would never know from ^that^ exchange that I’m older than her by 11 years.
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I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.

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