“It’s nourishing,” he sighs.

“It looks best good,” we react with a good laugh. And all of is well because of the world until suddenly, at the back of my own mind, the sounds of my favorite adults whisper: “A gentleman usually pays. Imagine if this individual guides you into the cleaners? What guy happens to be the guy?”

“It was only lunch,” I answer, looking to force at a distance his or her imaginary scowls. In these moments, the traditional raising collides uncomfortably using my egalitarian panorama. Continue reading →