They always say that if you can’t be nice, then you shouldn’t say anything at all. Except what happens when you actually mean no harm but what you say can be easily misinterpreted as something insulting?

What I want to say for my profile paper for my Journalism class is that the person I’m interviewing is like me, years back from when I used to care enough to get angry over the shitty things that happened in the world (rather than resigning to the fact that things and people never really change, like how I am now). Meaning that, aside from my own sister, she is Mr. Badass the Third. She is the kind that gets easily mistaken for some meek and submissive Asian girl because she’s got a cute face and a sweet voice. She’s the kind who will talk your ears off about why she choses to be a vegetarian, feminist, and atheist while littering the conversation with language only a sailor could love. The kind that boys like at first because her appearance makes her an easy target but then later ask themselves “oh, what the fuck did I get into?” You know, that kind.

But

it’s not like my archaic snotty professor is ever going to accept that. :P