Jocelyn's Art and Stuff

dvushka:

My childhood friends — both of which I’ve known since the third grade — and I decided it would be a wonderful day to catch up at an undisclosed location in Sherman Oaks, California. And after an extremely rough patch in my life, I believed it was for my own good.

We sit at a table on the patio, order a delicious breakfast, and talk about our lives thus far. From the corner of my eye, I notice two women — clearly older than myself — glancing in my direction, laughing to themselves, scrutinizing my every movement with what appears to be disgust. However, having been victim of this kind of behavior before due to my multiracial background, I dismiss their immaturity with a smile and carry on with the conversation. By this time my new ‘friends’ have finished their meal. They stand, exchange glances, and stride toward my table with grins on their faces.

“Here,” states the first. “I want you to read this when you get home.” 

“—and don’t show your friends,” the other adds, as if handing me a precious object. Both eye my companions patronizingly.

Put off by their gesture, I reply with a muffled “thank you” and watch them leave. I suppose it was my fault for opening the note the moment they walked away — as their actions triggered a prolonged silence of disbelief among our little trio. I unfold the note, not knowing what to expect. However, upon unraveling the stationary stamped with only an ‘L’ initial, I fall silent; my eyes grow wide. I am in utter disbelief at self-righteous bitchery.

So, in response to your thoughtful note; I myself will respond with the following:

Dearest Lexy,

On what planet is it ever alright to act this way?

In your years of experience, how many other women have you filled with your wisdom? While I am flattered that my face is your first priority and you can’t bear to see me with a foundation only slightly lighter than my own skintone (heaven knows it’s all my fault), I firmly believe you should be more concerned with the way you will look to your ‘fanbase’. Seeing that you are an aspiring musician, I encourage you to focus more on your career than a little androgynous girl you’ve come across at a cafe. Really, you’ve reached a new level of basic by vocalizing your opinion in writing; and have made it easy for me to reveal to the vast expanses of the web what you truly are. Having said this, I will take your advice: purchase a bit of black shoe polish and slather it all over my face in hopes of appeasing your shallow ass. And from a girl to girl I don’t know, may I advise against that nose ring. It’s looking a bit small for your massive schnozz. Also, fringes and cowlicks don’t work. Oh, and um. Lay off the autotune. All love girl, I really mean it. Find me on Tumblr / Facebook / Instagram / whatever.

Amber

P.S. Your opinion means everything to me. I’m completely clueless.

TL;DR, You’re tacky and I hate you.

Amen Amber! Seriously this is not cool, I really do hope she see’s this and realizes how uncalled for that was. She really needs to get off her high horse…