My mother and I never had the birds and the bees talk either, when I asked her at a very impressionable age, “Where Babies Came From?" She simply told me that she had prayed for a blonde hair, blue eyed little girl and that is what she got. This would lead to many misconceptions about relationships with boys until I got much, much older.
These are lies you’d expect to hear from your parents, so I can forgive them. I take about as much offense to these white lies, as I do the the fact that Adam ate the last piece of garlic bread on Friday.
But then there are those lies that society tells us. Truths you held to be self-evident, truths near and dear to your heart since childhood. Things that when you find them to be untruthful, it tears out the little heart of that child that beats within. That is how I felt the first time I learned that Pluto was no longer a planet.
I loved studying the solar system as a child. I had memorized all nine planets long before I even knew why "Uranus" was supposed to sound dirty. Pluto was my favorite, the underdog of the solar system. Plus that really cute Disney dog was named after him. Now Pluto is given the sad little title of dwarf planet and I don’t even know if we are allowed to capitalize the name Pluto anymore (but I won’t ever quit). Apparently, Pluto is actually Neptune's bitch, and to me this all seems very insulting and earth shattering. These “scientists” stole a little bit of my childhood, and I will never look at the world the same.