“Laugh at those stupid jokes. I hate it when you encourage them.” “I think maybe you just need to lighten up.” “You sound like them,” Donna said. “Well, isn’t that sort of the point?” Lydia said, dropping the center of the tent onto the ground and giving up. “If you’d just go with the flow, they’d stop eventually. And see that we’re just like them.” “I don’t want to be like them,” Joan said.
I get both sides here - when i was younger all i did was laugh at the jokes but now as i get older i see joans point; however i feel a level of balance here is necessary
