Before I left for TFA Dr. M reminded me "there are no rules."
What if that were true? Really true, in things besides food?
Forget the implications of chaos and pillaging. Just think about what life might be like if there were no silly rules about food - or about how we talk to one another, or the way we think about our bodies, or the way we see each other and the world.
I can't decide if that would be liberating or terrifying. Maybe I wouldn't get funny looks for smiling at people on the metro. When I told someone I liked their hair/shoes/dress/tattoo, they wouldn't think I was creepy. But then maybe the ugliness in people would come out and it would get nasty.
Rules can be good, I know, but some exist that we don't need. I'm going to think more about this.