Why do you get to tell me what to think, like, and wear? If I want a tattoo because I think they look cool, I’m not a delinquent, no matter how many times you say I am. If I don’t watch Disney, I’m still as healthy and sane as the next person. If I think Taylor Swift is a bad musician, I’m still a living breathing female. You’re teachers, not God. Don’t tell me what I should and shouldn’t, because it’s my choice, not yours.