Dear kittenpants:
How should I feel about going to War? And more importantly, should I wear my red shirt with jeans today, or my gray shirt with sweats?

Some guy

Dear Some guy:
First of all, are you the same "Some guy" I lost my virginity to? You never called.

Second, don't wear sweats. At the very least, wear pajama bottoms. They are way cuter than sweats.

What was your other question? Oh yeah, "war." I would never presume to tell you how to feel about it. I feel pretty. Pretty mad, and pretty disgusted with you-know-president-who, and also pretty fucking weirded out that we are regressing back to the "red scare" days, or some such shit. I also feel slightly uncomfortable and pretty suspicious that soon people are going to be arrested or put into internment camps because of something they said or wrote that pissed off the wrong person.

Congratulations, Terrorists! You may have already won.
xoxo,
kittenpants

P.S. - thanks for inspiring me to use the phrase "or some such shit." Wow.