Nobody would ever suspect the validity of my biological claims. I absolutely inherited my family’s tongue-in-cheek humor, addiction to Toyota cars, disregard for anything that smells remotely like a “holiday family tradition” a la Hallmark, and a repulsion for Blue Bell ice cream right along with my naturally dark (sigh) hair and eyes. Over the years, I’ve witnessed many people saying, “You must be (bebe Me’s) dad. Nice to meet you,” upon first laying eyes on my father and before he even opens his mouth to speak.
What I did NOT inherit is die-hard, straight-ticket republicanism and a hardwiring for understanding natural sciences and MATH. Recent phone conversation with my father who got sucked into helping me review for a MATH TEST.
ME: (after pulling my hair out for an hour because “factoring” sounded like something I might have learned but now looked like ancient hieroglyphics, only to learn that my father can factor and start spitting out formulas as if he does algebarf homework every day) Do you use these formulas every day?
HIM: No.
ME: Then, HOW DO YOU REMEMBER THAT Y=MX +B???
HIM: I don’t know. I just know.
As if I’d just asked him if he knew which hand was his right one.
How did I come from that?
About Me
- bebeMe
- Dallas, TX
- I am a copywriter and I live in Dallas, TX. I'm optimistic, girly and an avid reader of teen fiction. I find unspeakable joy in old school Britney, big plastic rhinestones, the theme music for "The Office," making fun of elitist classical musicians (but I can do that because I used to be one of them), and the fact that I was born in the same year as 2 of my favorite companies: bebe Stores and Apple Inc. I worry a lot, am a little vain and selfish, and I refuse to eat chocolate that's not really, really dark. My fake blonde fake-tanned appearance belies a heart full of genuine intentions. Because I only talk shit about people if they are friends or family and are currently standing right in front of me.
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