Dear Robin Williams,
You meant so much to everyone. I hope you are at peace now.
Dear Everyone,
There's nothing wrong with having sex!! There's nothing wrong with not having sex!! Just chill out and eat some nachos and do whatever you want, man,
Dear Somewhat Prejudiced Mother,
When we were living in the deep south, you let me go visit the gay couple across the street to see if their dog could come out to play. When you found out that one of my friends is transgender, you just asked me in private what pronouns to use, and have said nothing about it to him or anyone else. When I brought home friends who practice religions you were raised to hate, you made them feel welcome, and you said nothing when I brought home a boy with a different skin color, even though you thought I was planning to ask him out. Thank you for teaching me about tolerance.
Dear Male Teacher,
Thanks for realizing that I put my hand in my backpack, grabbed something, put it up my sleeve, putting my hand up, and immediately saying, "You can go."
Dear God,
Please give back Robin Williams. He was too young to go.
Dear U.S. army,
I got a medal for killing two men, but a discharge for loving one?
Dear Bible-thumping mother,
Please realize that if you try to keep me from eating pork because "the Bible says it's bad," then you have to follow ALL the laws of Leviticus. Those include not wearing fabrics made from more than one material (like that lovely cotton/poly blend you're wearing at the moment), not cutting your hair or shaving (how much did you spend at the salon on that trim yesterday?), and not letting different kinds of cattle graze together (I can count three breeds hanging out on our ranch right now). So, for the love of all that's holy, shut up and let me eat my bacon.
Dear everyone,
I am a college graduate. I'm currently working two dead-end jobs to try and cover student loans, car payment, insurance, rent and utilities. I'm trying my best to make $50 of food last until my next paycheck, and it's still not working. At this rate, I am still $200 short every month, and I don't know how to meet that gap. All the while, my one job has managers that are afraid of me for some reason (and continue to ride my ass because of it) and cuts my hours, and the other one is very clique-y, making me the outsider. I'm living in a house with people whose primary goals in life seem to be high and drunk as often as possible, and thus despise me since I'm just trying to make ends meet (and can't really be drunk and high all the time). To top it all off, I am 2,000 miles from my closest source of help, meaning if anything goes wrong, I am pretty much on my own. Please don't act like I don't know how tough life can be, simply because I'm white and male.
Dear Cancer,
Unhand my mother, you bitch.
Dear people who wonder how models splash their faces with water,
We don't actually use water. They add the water in during editing.
Dear "kawaii" girls,
Stop pretending you know my culture. Anime and manga are nothing compared to the history of atom bomb disease and seppuku. You don't get to say you're practically Japanese. You don't get to water down my heritage. You don't get to erase what it means for me to be Japanese. You don't have the right.
Dear society,
Please stop making fun of guys who express their feelings. It... hurts our feelings.
Dear guys who slut-shame,
If you hate girls that sleep around, then don't sleep with them. End of story.
Dear guy who just attempted to rape me ,
Just because I'm a 5 foot nothing, teenage girl doesn't mean I can't take care of myself .
Dear Teens of 2014,
Please actually do the things you say on the internet in real life. If you say 'don't judge people', then don't judge people. If you say 'be original', for the sake of everything good, actually be original. If you are nice to strangers online, don't be rude in real life.... however, if you're a douche online, go ahead and be a douche in person instead so you can see where it gets you when you can't hide behind a screen.