I like unicorns. Deal with it.
I recently had a conversation with a co-worker where in which I mentioned that I just purchased a copy of The Last Unicorn . She actually stopped mid stride, “Unicorns? I didn’t peg you for the unicorn type.” Then shook her head and walked away. “Wait a minute,” I yelled. “You don’t understand, it’s not a book just about unicorns. There’s a bull made of fire and magicians.” She gave me a suspicious grin “…and it just happens to have unicorn in the title?” “Well yes, it is about a king who is gathering all the unicorns in the world because it is the only thing that makes him happy.” “So….he collects unicorns to make him happy” “That’s correct, but…” I start. “Are they pink fluffy unicorns?” she asks while stifling a giggle. “White with a periwinkle mane.” (I was referencing the movie at this point). By now she is doubled over in laughter and I feel that the conversation has taken a dangerous turn towards humiliation. “No dammit, listen. The movie i...