We’ve probably all used the word “retarded” before, particularly in those teen years where our vocabulary gets boiled down to 100 words or less, all of them crass and unimaginative. But, I assure you, after you’ve read this post on the blog Love That Max, you never will again.
Thanks to Ellen, for so eloquently and powerfully bringing her story to light and for making me think, for once, that Twitter might be a force of good and not just something invented to annoy and elude me.
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