Lord, beer me strength
Jul. 21st, 2016 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lunabee34So, we don't generally deal with the normal teenage stuff with Emma. She doesn't want to dress provocatively. She isn't boy or girl crazy. She is insistent that she is still a kid who wants to do kid stuff. She helps with her sister, does her chores, does well in school, and is in general none of the cliches of a teenager. Okay, she gets a little smart sometimes, but that's more a case of the apple not falling far from the tree.
Well.
Yesterday, she burst out of her room in a tizzy exclaiming that My Chemical Romance is getting back together and her life is complete. She literally pranced about the house with a shit-eating grin on her face for the next eleven billion hours until she went to sleep. She taught Fiona to say the band name and the band members names' and told her she couldn't listen to the music because it would hurt her ears. Fiona proceeded to say each of these things twelve million distinct times until she went to sleep.
Today, I went up on campus for about four hours to get some work done. When I came home, she was in her room sobbing because, "It was all a hoax! They put out that video on Twitter and updated their Facebook, and it was all lies! Lies!"
I, ah, didn't know what to do.
I tried talking to her about where she'd initially gotten her information and the difference between official sources and getting whipped up into a fangirl frenzy, and she lipped back at me like I don't know fandom from my own asshole. She calmed down a little and apologized but then decided the best way to power through her grief was to plan her Halloween costume which is an alter-ego of Gerard Way wearing some kind of mask. So, okay. She's been a firebat and Legolas for Halloween before; this is not a child who colors between the lines. This is A-okay with me.
But then she got mad when I told her she can't die her hair Kool-Aid red (school rules). Then she got even angrier when I started talking through some ways that we could cheaply recreate the hoodie Sir Way is wearing in her inspiration photograph. That led to a discussion of cosplay and the difference between trying to faithfully replicate a look and creating a look inspired by the original. THEN, oh then, my friends, when I told her I'd consider buying her an official hoodie (not the same one in the picture; it's not for sale) she was super upset that the one she really wants is no longer for sale. She kept saying, "We can just buy a black hoodie somewhere and you can put a decal on it, Mom." She did not say the, "You dumbass cow part," aloud.
So *jazz hands*
How you doing?
Well.
Yesterday, she burst out of her room in a tizzy exclaiming that My Chemical Romance is getting back together and her life is complete. She literally pranced about the house with a shit-eating grin on her face for the next eleven billion hours until she went to sleep. She taught Fiona to say the band name and the band members names' and told her she couldn't listen to the music because it would hurt her ears. Fiona proceeded to say each of these things twelve million distinct times until she went to sleep.
Today, I went up on campus for about four hours to get some work done. When I came home, she was in her room sobbing because, "It was all a hoax! They put out that video on Twitter and updated their Facebook, and it was all lies! Lies!"
I, ah, didn't know what to do.
I tried talking to her about where she'd initially gotten her information and the difference between official sources and getting whipped up into a fangirl frenzy, and she lipped back at me like I don't know fandom from my own asshole. She calmed down a little and apologized but then decided the best way to power through her grief was to plan her Halloween costume which is an alter-ego of Gerard Way wearing some kind of mask. So, okay. She's been a firebat and Legolas for Halloween before; this is not a child who colors between the lines. This is A-okay with me.
But then she got mad when I told her she can't die her hair Kool-Aid red (school rules). Then she got even angrier when I started talking through some ways that we could cheaply recreate the hoodie Sir Way is wearing in her inspiration photograph. That led to a discussion of cosplay and the difference between trying to faithfully replicate a look and creating a look inspired by the original. THEN, oh then, my friends, when I told her I'd consider buying her an official hoodie (not the same one in the picture; it's not for sale) she was super upset that the one she really wants is no longer for sale. She kept saying, "We can just buy a black hoodie somewhere and you can put a decal on it, Mom." She did not say the, "You dumbass cow part," aloud.
So *jazz hands*
How you doing?
