March 28, 2013
You don't matter anymore. Your opinion of me is like an ant's thought. No influence. Your petty fashion judgements are like a little girl's preoccupation with ruffles and Easter hats. In fact, I'm holding this characterization of you steadfast in my mind. The Easter bonneted, white gloved, girlish image of you; the "Church Lady" of SNL. This is me shrinking you in order to release myself of this sisterly bind that has plagued me over the years. This relationship has been poisoned by harsh judgements, neglect, power struggles, and competition. I declare the whole experience of it null and void.