Let’s say that we have a box of cookies, and a glass of milk. These two things are completely different. Different sizes and different shapes. They’re total opposites. But, the thing is, they complete each other. On one side, we have the chocolate chip cookie, and on the other we have the fresh and cold glass of milk. Put together, they fit perfectly. It’s a couple made in heaven, they’re in harmony. Right now, the story might seem boring. What’s up with milk and cookies? Sometimes you might put two cookies together without the milk, or two glasses of milk without the cookies, and it would be fine, right?
I use to work at a flower/gift shop. I made flower bouquets, I sold chocolate, I blew balloons, and make bouquets out of them, etc. My boss is an old guy. He’s nice, a third of the time (so when it comes, you just say nothing and enjoy it… while it lasts). He’s got an older mentality. I asked him the reason for never hiring guys, and I wasn’t surprised by his answer. He says that it wouldn’t attract clients having a man selling flowers. I asked one of my coworkers the same exact question, and she said: “It would be emasculating for the guy to work here” (emasculate means to be weaker, to lose strength) (fun fact about this word, it has the word “masculine” in it… so being a man means you’re strong… girl power? what’s that sh*t?). As you can see I work with open-minded people. When I got her answer, I realized that she was almost the exact same age as my boss (not judging older people, nor criticizing them, but at the time that they were our age, being a homosexual/a woman/or anything other than a white male was a bad thing). So, after that I asked a girl my age. Her answer was the most fantastic one yet: “He’s going to look gay! A guy selling flowers… you’re joking, right?” Basically, they’re all telling me that you've got to be born with a vagina and boobs to work in a flower shop.
Dogs. They’re man’s best friend. These little creatures are adorable. They come in a variety of breeds. We have the Pit Bull (that are not a problem by the way, the owners are), the Husky, the Spaniel, or even the Terrier. Anyway, my point is that there’s a lot and they’re all different and they’re unique in their own special way. Imagine a group of Labradors. It doesn’t matter if they’re black or white (yes, I’m quoting my man…R.I.P. the King of Pop). They all fit in. They’re all a family even if they’re not related because they look the same. If you put one different dog in the mix, let’s say a Shih Tzu, it would be weird. This last one is going to be the only one that’s completely different from the rest of the group. Eventually, there’s probably going to be another dog like him that’s going to join in or the Labradors won’t even mind him anymore. What happens when two dogs, one Labrador and one Shih Tzu, fall in love? Please tell me that you already know about the birds and the bees. The result: a baby! Now, it’s not going to be a puppy that’s going to be 100 percent Labrador or Shih Tzu. It’s going to be half of each. The little one is going to stand out a lot more than a simple difference in breeds. It’s a mix of two different objects. When you mix two distant things you get a weird/unnatural result. The pup is going to be the easy target in the bunch, getting teased, pushed around, ridiculed, etc. At this point, you probably get what I’m trying to say. The fucked-up mix is going to be miserable and alone. Well, that crazy baby is me.