It is with much pride that I tell you that....my daughter wrestled in oil last night. To be honest, my first reaction when I heard that the Queenly convention had this brainstorm was not excitement. This is an extreme version of missing the PTA meeting and being elected President by a unanimous vote. When Monica was not at a meeting, a decision was made on behalf of all queens, present or not. I cringed. I winced. Hell, SHE cringed! But ya know what? She DID it. She did it for Kinetics. She did it for the Glory.
I would like to tell you that I have somehow inspired her to be as outgoing as she is. In actuality, perhaps I did ... by being just the opposite. Don't get me wrong, I can be as weird as the next person when I feel like it but I didn't have much in the way of guts when I was younger. I smoked (pitooey) because it fit me in with the cool kids...cool kids with awful breath but, hey, they SEEMED cool. Left to my own devices, I was tragically uncool so I struggled to find my spot. I was a poster-child for peer pressure; if the cool kids approved, I would be cool by extension. I've (finally) grown up and no longer give a crap whether someone else approves of me -- what I drive or how I decorate or dress. Sure it's nice to be complimented but, if they don't like what I've done, I can live with it. Monica REVELS in it. She offends no one with her behavior yet she is her own girl. No one is quite like her but I suspect they would like to be. I am very proud to be the Rutabaga Queen Mother.