Suburban Girls

I want to be stereotyped.
I want to be classified.
I want what other people say to determine who I am.
I want my sexuality to define me.
I want to be racially slurred.
I want to be just like everyone else.
I want to in Suburbia, with sunshine, nice neighbors, and a white picket fence.
I want to be perky and cheerful.
I want to be a soccer mom.
I want to be an ambitionless housewife.
I want to have barbeques on the weekend.
I want to refuse to get a divorce when my marriage goes bad.
I want my husband to cheat on me and
I want to ignore it for the kids' sake.
I want to listen to Christian talk radio and go to church every Sunday.
I want to give my children every technology possible.
I want to let them do whatever they want, without repercussions.
I want to be a Grandmother at 32.
I want to gossip every waking moment, unless I'm cooking, cleaning, or fulfilling my husband's weird sexual fantasies in attempts to get him to keep coming home at night.
I want a bad haircut, ugly sweaters and pleated khaki pants.
I want the 'American Dream'!
I want Suburban life!
I want it!
I want it!
I want to constantly fake contentment!
I want to want to die!
I want to be on twenty different medications, each not working!
I want it!
I want to be an alcoholic!
I want to be subjected to abuse!
I want it!
I want it!
Don't you?