I don’t really enjoy talking about politics that much. There are, however, a handful of issues that I feel very passionately about. Abortion, marriage equality/gay rights, animal cruelty, hover cars, and Pluto.
Eight years ago today, Pluto was demoted from being a planet. Time has not healed my wounds. Pluto was the best planet. The scientists who decided to remove it from the official list clearly have a problem with being awesome. My love for Pluto is unconditional. Not to mention the fact that I don’t even know how they teach the planets to kids in school these days.
When I was in fourth grade, it was made very clear that the mnemonic device you used to remember the planets was My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas. What is it now? My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine? Nine what, scientists? Nine what?
I want Pluto to know that I love it. You’re still a planet in my heart.
So can we all just send a little love to Pluto today? Blow a kiss, and send it to space.
(And in case you’re wondering, my political issue with hover cars is that I don’t have one. It’s almost 2015, and my ten-year-old self is livid.)