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It was an absolutely gorgeous day. I had the windows rolled down, sunglasses on, and music blaring. Béyonce’s “Love on Top,” to be specific.

I was singing along with Queen Bey, quite loudly and not too well, if I might add, when I looked over and saw kids in the back of their stereotypical soccer-mom minivan glaring at me. I understand I was not #blessed with a voice as magical as Béyonce’s, but why judge me?

1) Respect my privacy: I can sing in my car if I want to. I wouldn’t judge you if you were singing. In fact, I might just join you.

2) Manners: Didn’t your mother ever teach you manners in between soccer games?

3) Don’t you have a soccer game to attend?

All I am saying is next time you see me jamming to some J-Lo or Maroon 5 and you do not like it, then, please, do me the honor of moving on with your life.