Trust me, it was. I had a very...interesting eight grade year. High school was better; there were a lot more like-minded kids for me to hang around with. My mother was still a bit leery, though. She'd have rather I chosen to enroll in the local private high school, but I was tired of private school by that point. Too much drama, at least in the one I attended.

Yup. It's easy to blame all of life's problems on "The Other," so when presented with the opportunity to do so, there are folks who will leap for it now matter how silly their logic is. I'm convinced that if there were two people left on the planet, they'd still find some incredibly superficial reason to hate each other. And clothes, ugh. Geraldo Rivera and the hoodie thing. So much head desking.

Does Ireland even have that many redheads these days? I always thought that was just a stereotype.