Peeping out of pigeonholes

Finished a great YA book yesterday: The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. It really made me think about putting people in boxes and labelling them. I am allergic to that activity. I hate when people judge other people as being too black, too white, too gay, too straight, too young, too old, too east coast, or too west coast.

I love it when people prove me wrong and make me realize that I was unconsciously boxing them up. I love that Obama reads Urdu poetry. I love being surprised by people and what they do with the filters they were born with -- cutting eyeholes into them and dressing up for our pleasure and theirs. Underestimate Frankie at your peril. Pigeonhole me or yourself at your own peril...