Right, and I suppose that when I dance with my hands, and favour poofy scarves, I must be insulting all men.
When I’m insulting you, you’ll know it, you fucking twit.
Not having her picture in the yearbook with the rest of her class is a penalty.
By this logic everything that women do that is traditionally male is an insult to all womankind.
Didn’t you hear about sufferage? We can vote now and stuff. They let us own property, too. I even have a job, it’s neat.
Most of his posts on this message BOARD are sheer and utter lunacy.
Turns out Kelli Davis will appear in a tuxedo in her yearbook after all. Not because her principal suddenly went sane. But her mother bought a full page ad in the yearbook and is using it to print her daughter’s picture. I hope Kelli asks the principal to sign it.
Because if men could wear dresses and women could wear pants–whenever they pleased–*how the hell would we tell the difference!!!
Hear, hear 
You’ll ken when ya leeft mae kilt, lassie. If yea could nae already tell by mae scrub and mae burly arms.
Seriously, if I could go back now and do senior pictures (an honor I cheerfully skipped the first time 'round) I’d definitely wear a kilt. Hey, if James Bond could get away with it…
Stranger
You know, that was my first thought as well…
Anyway, she wore something that was definitely considered “appropriate for the yearbook”. If they are going to claim it is not appropriate for her, I expect some reasonable explainations.
I’m still kind of shocked this this “girls are barbies and boys are GI Joes” attitude still continues. In our yearbook, we all wore graduation gowns, not these gender costumes. Who decided that all girls wear pearls?
I’m going out on a limb, here, but my guess is that, as a lesbian, Kelli Davis is very much appreciative of the differences between men and women.
No one told me about drapes before senior photos. They were a square fo cloth with a slit in it, held on by velcro. I don’t think I could have covered both of my breasts with that square no matter how I tried. I wore a dress for my picture. I was horrified because I had to unzip my dress, and let the top part dangle from my waist and move my bra straps down to my arms. The drape did not cover all of my bra and I was half undressed with sagging breasts half exposed trying to smile for pictures up on stage in front of the entire class. I don’t mind being quite exposed even onstage, but I do mind being enexpectedly half undressed on stage. If I had known, I would have been prepared, I would have worn a decently supportive strapless bra and bodice under my dress, I may have chosen a top and skirt rather than a dress. I’d hate to have been someone with moral issues about being exposed like that to the opposite sex, or someone with genuine modesty.