Dearest Pink,
I know you are in Australia at the moment and in Sydney again soon. Please agree to have an interview with me for this blog. Here are the reasons I would love to interview you:
I believe you are an intelligent, talented woman with something to say. (Okay, so I just had to get the blatant flattery out of the way first). Anyone with the guts to publicly question the actions of the (previous) ‘Leader of the free world’ is someone I would love to sit down with for an evening (along with a glass of wine, of course).
There aren’t many musicians who inspire me to dance and ponder my own thoughts at the same time (even if my dancing makes me look as if I’m having a seizure). I consider it multi-tasking. You seem game to break the ‘social norms’. What those are exactly and why they exist, neither of us is exactly sure. ‘Normal’ is a pointlessly negative word. I hear you like bikes, I have a fast wheelchair … yes, I’m thinking ‘road race’.
We can compare tattoos. Show and tell.You seem to have a dark, quirky sense of humour. So do I. You seem to do the things people least expect of you, just because you can – no one expects you to say yes to this interview.
So, what do you say? P.S. I would make some reference to getting this party started, but I thought that it might have been a bit to obvious.

Freya
Dearest Lilly
We all know that I read a lot of blogs. I read them to see what other bloggers are writing. I also read them to see the types of comments people make about them. Today, while I was blog trawling, I came across the following comment relating to educating kids with disabilities in America.
‘Why do we even bother paying for education for these kids?’ wrote a commenter named Lilly. ‘Their parents chose to have kids and now their disability and special needs amount to a rise in taxes. Their parents just get a lawyer and fight and fight until the school district ends up paying for special programs. Why? Why not divert the funds for gifted and talented students instead of kids who will need societal support their whole life.’
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