I used to paint some or all of my fingernails in high school, because at that time I just did not give a fuck.

In rural, very homophobic gender-stereotypical North Florida, too. That I didn’t get beaten into a pulp is a bit miraculous, really. Of course a reputation for not giving a fuck is one of the primary reasons I wasn’t beaten to a pulp.

Couldn’t do it today, though. I’d be fired in a matter of days if not hours.

In some ways it was easier and better when I could just fight with my fists, because why I’d be fired now is something nearly impossible to fight at all.