Just such a heart-warming tale. Girls reject being a carnival queen and a gay boy wants the job. And gets it.
Hard to know whether to hug those who awarded the role to him, the boy himself, or the girls who refused to play ball on being expected to like being carnival queens. How about everybody gets a hug.
But probably not the dip who thinks that using the phrase "political correctness gone mad" still constitutes a well-thought through argument.
Tale courtesy of my new-relocated obsession with Shakespeare's Sister. I can scarcely keep up with all their posts, but when I do it is worth it!