Sign of Hope #1
Conversation between 2 teenage girls overheard on the streetcar on my way home yesterday:
Girl A - Yeah, we had our concert already. I told them not to come because I was working backstage so they wouldn't actually see me. Plus, the grade 8 girls really butchered the ending.
Girl B - How?
Girl A - They were doing a routine to [insert name of Christmas song here] and wore, like, fishnet stockings and really short skirts.
Girl B - Eww. Why would they do that?!
Girl A - I don't know, it's so skanky. It's like Whatzername at Halloween - did you see what she wore?
Girl B - Yeah, like the cat outfit with the tights and tube top? So gross!
Girl A - I know. That was way too much skin. She needs to, like, respect herself.
Sign of Hope #2
A little girl playing with 2 dolls that I overheard yesterday in the doctor's office as I was sitting waiting to get my allergy shot:
Girl doll - I'm so sad. I don't have a date.
Boy doll - Well we could go on a date.
Girl doll - No, my mom won't let me go out on a date.
Boy doll - Let's go on a date.
[this goes on for a while]
Girl doll - Okay, my mom says we can go on a date - but no kissing!
Boy doll - Okay.
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