Somewhere along the line, I slowly broke the connection between these two traits. I started to enjoy more sappy endings. I bought some cheap mascara. I was susceptible to male flattery. And my personality still produced a cynical, cerebral concoction that remains an acquired taste.
But few months ago, someone called me ditzy. I almost took it as a compliment. Not because I have aspirations to be a ditz, but because I'm capable of surprising myself.
Now I will admit that the following recent incidences aren't exactly intellectual cornerstones in my life:
- Jumping up and down, giggling, and clapping my hands at a party when a bunch of friends showed up
- Squealing at a Sex and the City movie commercial
- Routinely checking for cute panty bargains online when I'm piss poor
HOWEVER! I will say that it's even more stupid to suppress a part of your personality just because of some inaccurate, negative connotation. Girlish boys should be girly, boyish girls should be boyish. And people in between should be in between.
If you try to get someone to contradict their psyche, then the result can be forced, awkward, and incongruous.
2 comments:
Hey!
Check out this Andrea Gibson poem on the subject of gender expression and all that:
http://mid-lifeclarity.blogspot.com/2008/04/andrea-gibsonandrew.html
Hah, you're so informed when it comes to the queer blogosphere.
I want to call Dan Savage in the next few weeks...
Thanks for the link.
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