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Sep. 2nd, 2012 05:41 amMy senior year of high school, I was in a AP English course that often de-evolved into political debate. At the time, the big issue was abortion (not much as changed in the 10+ years since). There was this boy in the class -- who was so wrapped up his parents politics and religion (Catholic) that the only result was a rabid Republican in the making. We used to have intense, horrible arguments in class about religion, abortion, women's rights, gays in the military, etc etc etc.The only thing we ever agreed on was the fact that we pretty much hated each other.
Around Easter of my senior year, the teacher was gone for a week and our replacement teacher couldn't have given a fuck less what we did after we finished the three in-class essays the teacher assigned in her absense. Obviously, seventeen smart kids in a room with nothing to do are going to end up arguing one point or another. It was during one of these arguments that I was labeled a "femanazi" for the first time. It would not be the last--I have this hillbilly cousin that refers to me as his "Femanazi Relative". But that's okay because I call him my "Backwoods Cousin That Shall Not Be Discussed".