"You're just need to choose," she said as they came to a stop at a red light.

Her son sat there, staring pointedly forward. He didn't trust himself to look at her right now. After a long beat, he spoke up.

"Why?" he asked, barely keeping the anger out of his voice. He didn't even bother to reiterate that this wasn't a choice; that he couldn't just switch one on or off. He was tired of having that argument. Mostly because it was never really an argument. It just felt like he was talking at a wall whenever this was brought up.

The light turned green and she let her foot off the brake.

"Because," she said resolutely, resorting to the typical parental response - or lack thereof.

"Because...?" he asked in a leading fashion. He hated when she did this; when she just said 'because' like that was a valid answer. He knew why she said it. She didn't have anything else to say, but she be damned if she looked ignorant or intolerant.

She took a deep breath through her nose. She didn't like to discuss these things. She was raised in a very black and white world, and she was apprehensive of the gray her son constantly confronted her with. It's not that she hated it, or her son; she just preferred not to discuss things she was unfamiliar with.

"I just want what's best for you," she said, merging onto the highway. He had to bite his tongue not to yell 'bullshit' at her. That was another thing she didn't like - cussing. He settled for rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

She sort of knew this was a cop out answer, but she couldn't say what was really on her mind. She resorted to this social script she'd heard on countless occasions because it was easier to say some vague phrase someone else has already said that to articulate her actual feelings.

"That's rich," he mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I said 'that's rich'," he reiterated, "and that's a cop out," he tacked on. She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

"Don't use that tone with me," she said, falling back on another overused saying from the Parental Handbook of Cliches. He took a deep breath. He was tired of not having this conversation. He was going to see that they both said everything they wanted to. Here. Now.

"I'm bisexual," he said, trying to steer the conversation into his lane, "and I don't think I understand."

"Understand what?" she asked, a little knocked off balance by the word 'bisexual' actually being verbalized.

"Why..." he asked, lowering his tine and trying to sound as sincere as possible so as not to put her on the defensive, "and please don't just say 'because'...why do you want me to- need me to chose?"

She was not expecting this conversation here. Or now. She'd put it off so many times, half hoping for her son to just drop t so she wouldn't have to face this head on. She'd never had to deal with anything like this. Her life had been simple, easy, scripted, normal! Nothing like what the world was becoming. Growing up, things had order and very little deviation. She wasn't prepared to deal with this...this liberty. This freedom to pick and choose and make it up as you go along. Her life was planned.

"I'm scared," she said, finally. Her own answer surprising her. For all the traffic outside, the cab of that car felt like the inside of a vacuum. He was absolutely astounded at having gotten a real answer out of her.

"Scared of what?" he ventured. Her? Scared? What did she have to be scared about? Her reputation? Her perfect little cookie-cutter life? His mind, like the car, was travelling a mile a minute. He tried to dial down his internal dialogue enough to hear her response.

"I'm...this is-this..." she took a moment to gather her thoughts into an intelligible sentence, "I've never had to deal with anything like this. I guess I feel a little lost." He seemed to absorb this confession from his mother, In all his life, he'd never heard her say that she was lost. She had a plan for everything. He turned his body towards her as much as he could in the limited space of the car. He sat for a moment as he thought of what to say next.

"I feel a little lost, too," he admitted. She furrowed her brow. He was lost? Selfishly, she took a little comfort in the fact that she wasn't alone. She turned into the driveway and parked her car. Taking the keys out of the ignition, she turned to her son.

"I guess now's a good time to find some answers," she said, the promise of an actual productive conversation waiting for them inside the house.

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Yes, I'm A Woman Who Will Work In The Sports Industry, No I Don't Care About Gender Stereotypes

I know sports and love them and want to live my life in sports as long as I can. What does it matter if I am a woman?


As a sports leadership and management (SLAM) major at my university, I am surrounded by mostly men in my major. In a SLAM course this past semester, I was one of six women in a classroom with 35 seats. When looking at current front office directors, board members, and vice presidents of major league sports teams, the majority of them are male.

There is no direct problem with this; if they are doing their job well, then that is perfectly fine. The problem I have is that when I tell people that I want to work in the front office of a major league sports team, about half the time I get a funny look and a comment something along the lines of, "Really? But you're a girl, don't you want to do something else?" My first response always mentions the fact that I have been an athlete for 15 years and working in the sporting industry has been a passion of mine forever. If they still don't understand, I'll bluntly point out that it should not be a problem where I intend to work based on my gender. Major League Baseball recently announced that they are trying to bring more women into their front offices. The MLB is on board with more women joining the sporting industry, so why is my passion for working in sports so surprising to people?

The sporting industry has fascinated me as long as I remember. I grew up in a diehard Chicago Cubs fan family and lived through the infamous billy goat curse of the Cubs. I discovered the world of hockey and Chicago Blackhawks at a young age and lived through the great business turnaround of the Blackhawks. I recently gained interest in the sport of soccer when Team France won the World Cup. I have been a figure skater since I was 5 years old. I know sports and love them and want to live my life in sports as long as I can. What does it matter if I am a woman?

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Bisexuality And Pansexuality Are The Same Thing

A suitable rant for today's society


Before I begin, I do have friends that identify as homosexual, bisexual, heterosexual, and transgender. They all know how I feel about this issue and understand. The majority happens to agree, which I think is interesting and fantastic.


In today's society, it seems that everyone needs their own title to feel special and significant. They don't want to be caught in a loop that isn't "theirs" or be associated with something that they are, in fact, definitely associated with. Sexual identities, sexualities, and genders are a GIGANTIC factor with this issue because people are finding more obscure ways to explain things so they are able to feel like an individual.

Back in the less complicated days, there were homosexual, bisexual, and heterosexual people; plain and simple. One was attracted to the same sex, one was attracted to both men and women, and the other was attracted to the opposite sex. But now, there's all these different sexual categories that are honestly unnecessary and just cause meaningless confusion. Confusion arises when most sexualities are literally the same thing, but people don't want to see it that way. Examples? Bisexuality and Pansexuality.

By definition, bisexuality is the romantic, sexual, and emotional attraction/sexual behavior toward both males and females, or romantic and sexual attraction to people of any sex or gender identity; the latter aspect is sometimes alternatively termed pansexuality.

By definition, pansexuality (or omnisexuality--i.e. also the same thing by the way) is the sexual, romantic, and emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity. Pansexual people may refer to themselves as gender-blind, including people that are outside the gender binary; a branch of bisexuality.

Both have attraction to any sex or gender identity; men, women, transgender. Literally the only difference is that pansexual people can be attracted to non-binary people, which still are biological men and women, and/or recognize more than two genders. But after all, THERE ARE ONLY TWO GENDERS.

Yes, trans people have their own title and I won't argue that. But where this is concerned, they are transitioning from one biological sex to the other.

Same concept.

Bisexuality is the overall term. Pansexuality is an unnecessary branch of bisexuality. They are the same thing.


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