Too Busy to Die by H.W. Roden, 1947 cover illustration by Gerald Gregg
Joan Jett - Bad Reputation
No I am not “embarrassed” of my High School pic. Yes I realize my makeup wasn’t that great and my hair was smashed down because of the stupid hat ( I usually spiked it ) but it’s still me.
I posted it just on a whim like 2 years ago.
Honestly I don’t go around judging other people’s personal pics or re-blogging them with rude comments why would you do that to someone, especially someone you don’t even know?
There is far too much judgement going on now that people can hide behind their computers and freely talk trash. It’s a very disturbing thing. One has to wonder if these same people would actually say these things to someone’s face. In my own experience it’s been many a year since anyone has.
I accept who I am and I don’t give a damn if you don’t like me.
The only person you need to please in life is yourself.
Thanks ;) I see my High School pic is making the rounds again.
Well I actually did get kicked out of my first High School- it was an all-girls Catholic school.
My parents were actually atheists but wanted me to “get a better education” so they sent me there.
In my sophomore year I cut my hair into a bob and dyed it black. Soon after I was called into the office and told I was “too pale”. They accused me of wearing makeup. My step-dad finally had to explain to them that black was a natural hair color and that I never wore makeup ( which at the time I didn’t) and I was naturally pale. The hair color just made me seem more pale.
They let me know they didn’t want me representing their school. I was drawing during the Ash Wednesday Mass when one counselor grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out. I was asked why I was “doodling” during Mass- I told her our family was atheists and why should I have to pay attention and the lady flipped.
Now this school actually let people of any religion into their school but if you were non-catholic you had to pay more. I didn’t really see why I was forced to go to Mass but whatever.
My mom was called and I was told I could either leave or be expelled. In a rare moment of coolness she told them all off and we left and I started a public school where I was free to express myself.
The rumors that spread about why I left were pretty funny though.