I am 13 years old, and it is the summer before my 8th grade year. I'm sitting on the couching reading a book when my mom comes into the room.
Mom: Go outside and play.
Me: I'm too old to go outside and "play."
Mom: Then just go outside and do something.
Me: I'm reading.
Mom: Boys don't like girls that are too smart, you know.
Me: Then I don't like boys.
Mom: What are you, some kind of lesbian?