Congratulations on the victory, Conchita!
I was at my living room, watching a bit of tv with my mum, and Conchita Wurst, this year’s winner of the Eurovision Song Contest came on.
It didn’t take a full minute of Conchita being on screen for my mother to start dissing.
Mum: Don’t look at me like that. If it wants to be a man, fine, if it wants to be a woman, fine, but this is just disgusting.
Me: She can’t be both? Or none?
Mum: Ew, no.
She didn’t answer, and quickly changed subjects.
Her silence, after I questioned all that pathetic disgust, was the sound of ignorance.
Sometimes (a lot of times) I’m embarrassed to have come from such a small-minded individual.
P.S.: Congratulations on your victory, Conchita! You looked stunning.