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The pop-medicine pseudofact of your cells swapping out every seven years lends itself well to a pop-psychology equivalent... seven years out from under your parent/guardian's thumb is when you can no longer blame your shit on your upbringing.
It's also a good rule for commenting on things people do online. Before you rake someone over the coals for something problematic they've posted, check the date. If it's more than seven years ago, maybe let it go.
...by which I mean please don't judge me for anything in One Over Zero.
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(Thursday evening, INT: bowling alley.)
LH: Y'know, they wanted to fix my nose, too. And my chin. And apparently I have a naturally asymmetrical jawline, my ears don't actually line up. Fortunately, my parents couldn't find a plastic surgeon as morally flexible as the eyeball guy, or at least not one who was affordable.
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LH: I'll tell you what never made sense to me - they kept me in pageants and contests because they insisted that I was the prettiest girl in the world and they could clearly see that I was the prettiest... but then they kept trying to change me.
GU: They were determined. They didn't want to quit. I guess you learned that behaviour from them too.
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LH: No, you know what? No. I'm fuckin' thirty. I haven't lived under their roof for over a decade. I'm not going to blame or credit my parents for anything in my life at this point. I am who I have made myself to be, and I will be who I choose to become.
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GU: They say your cells all swap out every seven years, so by that standard, I guess you are a completely different person, sure.
LH: Mm. If we could just get the opthalmologists to agree with you, I'd be set.
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