HIPPO BRIGADE

I’m so Gay

We had friends over this weekend and played a trivia game, I mean, we played beer pong and then turned up the Pandora Radio and started gyrating to re-mixed Moby songs, and then we went on the porch and smoked slender cigarettes while discussing philosophy. That’s a more accurate recount of what really happened, but for time’s sake, we’ll just say that we played a trivia game. And I got asked the question ‘what is the word Blog short for?’

“Um, Blog…Beckey’s Log?” 

“Come on Beckey, you have a blog and you don’t even know what ‘blog’ means? Your blogger friends will be so disappointed with you.”

“I don’t know,” I finally stammered. 

“What was that? We couldn’t hear you.”

“I DON’T KNOW!!” And then I ran upstairs to my bedroom, slammed my door, and cried on my bed.

I felt like such a poser. Such a fraud. And then I thought of a comment I received a few weeks ago. Someone anonymous wrote, “OMG, You’re so gay.”

I rose from my bed and victoriously reclaimed my seat at the table, because I knew I wasn’t a fraud or a poser. I wiped my tears dry with the back of my hand and proclaimed, ” I am a real blogger, because someone thinks I’m gay.”

I had my first mean comment and I was sure that that made me a real blogger. And I assume it was derogatory, because I don’t write much about things of the homosexual persuasion. 

So in conclusion, I may not know what ‘blog’ is short for, but I am legit because someone out there thinks I’m gay and cares enough to take time out of their busy highschool career, and stop texting for a minuite, and stop dry humping their pillow, and actually write it on my web-log. I feel so loved.