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.