Today my mom and I had a talk about critical theory. Well, we had a talk about our theories of being critical: we both think criticism is constructive when we are giving it, and destructive when we are getting it.
Our main criticisms of each other - at least the ones that we vocalize - revolve around our clothing choices. I think my mom’s insistence that footwear has to be ugly to be comfortable is unfounded, and she thinks that my clothes are too young for me and also that sometimes they are not the most flattering for my body and also, just as an addendum, that every Facebook profile picture I’ve ever chosen makes me look like a ridiculous human, because I’m obviously trying to be a model. And to that I say, well, touche, but then what the heck is Photobooth for?