May I Please See Your ID? | broken hallelujah
So much so, in fact, that when I first encountered the community I perceived it as a badge of honor. Shiny and white like the patent leather, church shoes I wore as a little girl to catholic Mass, I looked for those uniform placards when I needed help. Flash forward three graduations,. Four score and seven years,. Ok, not quite, but some mornings as I battle the snooze alarm it feels like that long ago). And now I work another gig in a foreign land that requires a name tag. I got the job! I got the job!
“If You’re Like Me…” | broken hallelujah
Its backhand hits on the recoil, subtext and if you’re not like me you’re stupid. This phrase is kin to another irksome spin, “You’re like me that way.”. Unless you are fully vested within my inner circle, whether I am or am not like you in any way, remains a comparison for me alone to name. That aside, there’s something intrusive, counterintuitive and hyper-intimate for someone to assert, “You’re like me in that way.”. How am I supposed to respond? 8220;No, I’m a first edition.”. Another line that consi...