Gimme a "B"...

I have spent much of my life feeling as though I am being pulled in two very opposite directions. One day I am the little hippie girl, the next a goth baby. I swing between glowing idealism and snarling cynicism, sometimes in the same thought. I like daisies and combat boots. I live liberal and vote conservative. (Of course, in Canada, that particular distinction is a little more vague, since conservative isn't really so - that's what we have *shudder* Reform for.)

It's awfully exhausting hating frills and ruffles and girly crap and loving cute fluffy little bunnies all at the same time.

I think I have found the perfect solution. I wanna be a Radical Cheerleader! (If that link doesn't work for you, try this one.) This is the most perfect thing I have ever heard of. Pom Poms and combat boots! Social conciousness with style! Protests are often so very boring, standing around waving a sign or chanting some desultory slogan. Who wants that? Not me. I want to bounce while shouting catchy cheers!

I have found my calling.