I get absurdly annoyed at anyone
who feels the need to bring someone down
for their favorite things
like they’re loving the wrong thing
like love can be so deliberately defined
look
the way that little girl lights up at the sight of a tiara
does not stop you from rejecting gender norms
she is allowed to love being a princess
just as you are allowed to love being a mechanic
I can love the taste of fresh baked bread
and choose not to knead my own loaves at home
and I can still say I love bread
you can love the latest superhero movie
and never touch the vast universe laid out by
decades of comics
and you can still say you love your heroes
there is no right way to love the little things
as long as the ends result is joy