(We are at the fabric store waiting to have yardage cut. There are two people working the cutting counter, one is a trans-female. My seven-year-old son is with me.)
Son: “Mom! That lady is a MAN!”
Me: *dying inside* “Oh, my gosh; I am so sorry, ma’am. He… I… I am just so sorry!”
Employee: *to my son* “It’s okay, buddy. I was born a boy, but now I am a girl.”
Son: “You can do that?! Mom! I’m gonna be a shark!”
(Thank you so much, fabric store lady, for not being too offended!)
Once upon a time ago, actual honest-to-goodness print photos that you could hold in your hand were everywhere, mainly because that was the only choice. These days, people are sharing pictures of their pets, their lunch, their duckface, everything. And there’s no physical proof anywhere because it’s all a bunch of 1′s and 0′s. Why not drag those digital images into the real world?
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with digital photos [...]