So I got this internship in DC, right. It’s a pretty spiffy gig at the state department, and for a midwestern girl like me, it’s a big deal.
This is what my sister says to me in the car:
“Sis, I will be so, so, so, so, so proud of you…….if you come back with a navy guy.”
What is this, the 1950’s? Who cares that you scored the internship of your dreams and are moving from nowhere, Missouri to DC? Why does it always have to be about a guy?
*le major sigh
(Source: amodernmusketeer)
Oh, Lord send me a man.
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