Today I was just making my way to my locker, just minding my own business, when I saw a couple of boys arguing intensely. They looked like freshman, so I started to make my way around them when one spun around and grabbed my shoulder and shouted real loud in my ear “HEY! IS BAMBI A BOY OR A GIRL?!”
After the initial shock passed and I managed to regain myself, I thought about the question for a brief second, “I think he’s a boy.” I replied uneasily.
One of the kids groaned and the other cheered. Apparently the fact that I’m a girl makes it definite that I know Bambi’s gender…
The one who was arguing that Bambi was a girl insisted the fact, saying no boy would be that wussy, when another kid got involved. He just jumped in on the conversation with a, “Of course Bambi’s a boy. He get’s twitterpatted over that girl deer, remember?” This boy also looked like a freshman, and the mere fact that he knew Bambi’s gender off the top of his head kind of freaked me out, but the original arguing boys didn’t seem to care.
Apparently, in order to fit into society today, you have to know Bambi’s gender.
~Courtney