Whitney Kropp, a free spirit with few friends, was named to the homecoming court as a joke by her classmates, but the tiny farm town of West Branch has rallied around her.
Fuck you, mean kids. Fuck ALL of you.
But how goddamn cool is it that the town stepped up to get her back?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about cynicism and anger and hate and pain and whether or not our default position as humans is to help and care and bring light into each other’s lives or if it’s just to be fucking awful dicks to each other until everyone is crying and no one cares about anything because what’s the fucking point.
Maybe there’s no single default position that applies to all of humanity, but stories like this make me smile (and, I’m not too proud to admit, cry a little happy cry) and it’s enough to shove a little light into my day and make me want to try harder to tip the scales toward caring and love and sharing the things that matter.
Thank you town of West Branch, Michigan. Thank you people who care enough to help and do what’s right. Thank you for being amazing to each other and for reminding me to try to do the same.
Most of all thank you Whitney Kropp.
“Going to homecoming to show them that I’m not a joke, I’m a beautiful person and you shouldn’t mess with me!”
I hope you have an amazing homecoming night filled with love and friends and joy.
(And I hope that every kid who decided to fuck with you steps on a Lego barefoot or bangs their funny bone HARD on the edge of a table because I try to be a good person without hate, revenge, and malice in my heart, but I’m not a fucking saint, ok?)