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Originally Posted by right-track
OK I have a problem.
My 9 year old son entered a school dance audition with his black girlfriend who has since been told by his Jehovah's Witness parents that she can no longer take part.
I know this sounds like it should be in the Your Day BS version, but believe me, you can't make this shit up.
So, he's decided to enter it anyway, on his own, despite the fact that he's already the only boy to have done so.
And to make matters worse, he's decided he's going to dance to a Cheryl Cole record.
He's already being teased by his male peers, but he seems resolved to go ahead with this.
If he makes it through the audition, he gets to dance in front of the entire fucking school.
Knowing what I know about how this may damage him I'm stuck with the dilemma of intervening and talking him out of it, or letting him do what he wants.
I usually know how to handle stuff like this, but for once I'm truly at a loss as to what to do for the best.
It's been a long time since I was 9 and I'm wondering if any of the younger members out there can cast their minds back to the not so distant past and perhaps guide me in making a decision.
WARNING: Anyone taking the piss will be hunted down and slaughtered on their own doorstep with my bare hands!
SowhatamIgonnado?...
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You gotta let him do it, man. I understand it's easy for me to just say that as an outside observer, but I feel pretty content with that answer. You don't want to teach him that he should live his life for others. Once it's embedded, it's such a hard habit to break. Plus, all the fakers and tools who would make fun of him eventually grow up to fail out of junior colleges after 5 years of taking basket weaving and act like all-around douches; whereas people like your son who are true to themselves grow up to be some of the most genuinely cool people you'll meet. Think of all of the great people throughout history, and think of how many of them would pop their collar, wear oakley sunglasses, and conform today..... Ehhh? Ehh?
As for my day: my pet rock died. So, yeah. Services will be held tomorrow, and I'm pretty distraught.
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