Sometimes I encounter someone who insist that I explain who I am as though I perused a menu and created myself à la carte. Sorry, but I didn’t actually have that many choices about how I was born. Although I’ve lived with myself for over sixty-one years, I still mystify myself. There are places and spaces in me that I can’t explain. So I fall back on this helpful song by Lady Gaga: “Born This Way.”
Yes, it’s a bit campy, and has been criticized for some of its words and not being fresh enough, but, damn it, it’s a good song to hear and when you’re tired of fighting with the world and just want to stand up and give it the finger. Sing along, if you feel it.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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