Madeline --
[noun]:
A hard-core grave robber
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.comA picture flashes; somebody that certainly doesn't look like she belongs on Desperate Housewives appears. Irritated, the viewer has had their beloved show interrupted by little old me. Stunned, the viewer drops their food in their lap. I feel the pressure as people from the big networks, cable, and even Pay per View stare me down. I feel their anger, I taste their disgust; it is transmitted through the wires, the lights, and the pictures into my head. My face begins to turn as red as my Chuck Taylors, an embarrassing habit of mine. Somehow I manage to open my mouth. "Don't listen." That's it. I let the words sink in then begin again. "Don't ever listen to "them", the "crowd", the "normal" people. What do they know?" I take a breath as I know my message is being broadcast to T.V. America. "If they are "normal" then they all look the same, eat the same, and talk the same. They are just a large monotonous crowd, a sea of blue and black suited professionals with a set of the latest heels. I am taking your precious T.V. time to do something constructive for you America, giving you license to be yourself. Don't be in the closet anymore. Go ahead if you want dye your hair blue and spike it. If you like anime watch it. Come out of the closet and admit you are gay. If you don't believe in God tell people that you are an atheist." No longer afraid of spreading my truth, my smile gets wider and my blush is completely gone. The clock tells me I have three minutes and some change left. Now to something that is even closer to my heart. "Forget size two. This is an impossible goal. Be who you are and be fabulous doing this. Cook your food, eat your fill and savor the taste. What’s the point of eating something you don't enjoy to please someone else? We just went over this! Remember?! These images aren't your own; they have been implanted by years of ads and popular culture designed to make you feel bad about yourself to sell you more. To them you are part of the sea; you need to breakout make and make your own perfect size! All right, America, my time is running out. Don't forget what I said: be who you are with no regrets. Let your freak flag fly!" I walk off the set and the viewer goes back to Desperate Housewives; hopefully with a new lease on life.
