I need an ANGRY icon
What I really need is an icon that just says "FUCK YOU".
After a pretty kickass discovery about my birthday I decided to ask my parents what they knew about child ambassador Samantha Smith and her visit to the Soviet Union.
To start with, my parents needed some prompting to even remember who she was, with quite the horrific mistake of confusing her with Susan Smith, a woman who murdered her children. But then once I started talking about the wonderful things Samantha Smith did, my father, a veteran of the US Navy from the Cold War days, had less than glowing things to say about the idea of an international hero recognized by the Soviets and the States. When I told my family what she had accomplished at the age of ten, my mother said, "Well, what has she done since then?"
I just gaped at her and said, "She died. When she was thirteen." And then, and THEN my father says that the KGB had something to do with it.
NO . NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON'T YOU DARE SAY SOMETHING THAT CRUEL.
I mentioned the fact that the Soviets promptly memorialized Smith in a postage stamp, diamond, and asteroid, among other things, and he said it was all COVER UP.
I don't even care if he was joking. I don't even care if he just wanted to see me get riled up, the fact that I was nearly IN TEARS at THANKSGIVING DINNER wasn't enough to get him to stop and APOLOGIZE. If not to the child hero whose name he was SMEARING because he wanted to sound like a tough-American Soviet-hater, then at least to his own DAUGHTER, who was VISIBLY UPSET about this whole thing.
And then, as he was asking what even made me think to bring this up, my mom cuts in and says "Oh, you know she's all obsessed with the Soviets these days", making a reference to my liking Ivan Braginski as the Hetalia personification of Russia. NO. NO GODDAMMIT. I want to find out more about Russian history in general, THE USSR JUST BEING PART OF THAT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, and yes Hetalia has brought forth some of that interest, but to, I don't know, not ASK me what really brought it on, or my interpretation of the whole thing, how like, SHE AND I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING, just pisses me off. Knowing that it's my life's work to try and educate and cross cultural and language barriers, you would think that my family would give a shit more.
And then of course, after leaving the table, skipping dessert, and going to my room, my mother of course has to yell at me for ruining a pleasant family dinner and all other family events we've had up to this point because I had to put in a 'serious' topic. IT WASN'T A DARK TOPIC UNTIL YOU BASTARDS STARTED POINTING FINGERS AT THE KGB. And now I'm supposed to 'think hard' about how what I'm 'really upset' about.
Fuck this.
Just seriously. I am powerless against the crass cruelty that human beings are capable of.
After a pretty kickass discovery about my birthday I decided to ask my parents what they knew about child ambassador Samantha Smith and her visit to the Soviet Union.
To start with, my parents needed some prompting to even remember who she was, with quite the horrific mistake of confusing her with Susan Smith, a woman who murdered her children. But then once I started talking about the wonderful things Samantha Smith did, my father, a veteran of the US Navy from the Cold War days, had less than glowing things to say about the idea of an international hero recognized by the Soviets and the States. When I told my family what she had accomplished at the age of ten, my mother said, "Well, what has she done since then?"
I just gaped at her and said, "She died. When she was thirteen." And then, and THEN my father says that the KGB had something to do with it.
NO . NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON'T YOU DARE SAY SOMETHING THAT CRUEL.
I mentioned the fact that the Soviets promptly memorialized Smith in a postage stamp, diamond, and asteroid, among other things, and he said it was all COVER UP.
I don't even care if he was joking. I don't even care if he just wanted to see me get riled up, the fact that I was nearly IN TEARS at THANKSGIVING DINNER wasn't enough to get him to stop and APOLOGIZE. If not to the child hero whose name he was SMEARING because he wanted to sound like a tough-American Soviet-hater, then at least to his own DAUGHTER, who was VISIBLY UPSET about this whole thing.
And then, as he was asking what even made me think to bring this up, my mom cuts in and says "Oh, you know she's all obsessed with the Soviets these days", making a reference to my liking Ivan Braginski as the Hetalia personification of Russia. NO. NO GODDAMMIT. I want to find out more about Russian history in general, THE USSR JUST BEING PART OF THAT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, and yes Hetalia has brought forth some of that interest, but to, I don't know, not ASK me what really brought it on, or my interpretation of the whole thing, how like, SHE AND I HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING, just pisses me off. Knowing that it's my life's work to try and educate and cross cultural and language barriers, you would think that my family would give a shit more.
And then of course, after leaving the table, skipping dessert, and going to my room, my mother of course has to yell at me for ruining a pleasant family dinner and all other family events we've had up to this point because I had to put in a 'serious' topic. IT WASN'T A DARK TOPIC UNTIL YOU BASTARDS STARTED POINTING FINGERS AT THE KGB. And now I'm supposed to 'think hard' about how what I'm 'really upset' about.
Fuck this.
Just seriously. I am powerless against the crass cruelty that human beings are capable of.