Battle of the Sexless
Yesterday, the ultimate battle between my masculine and feminine side took place. It was a cold morning. As I woke up, I felt that today would be different. There was something palpable in the air. Little did I know the trials and tribulations that would lie in wait for me as the clock ticked closer to impending doom, and that in only a few hours, one of us would dye...
It started the moment I picked up the remote control. While waiting for Sarah to dye my hair (a pretty auburn color), I put in the movie "Pulse" with Kristen Bell. It was a cheesy horror flick. We could say that the movie was gender neutral because the boyish side of me was enjoying Kristen Bell, but the girlish side of me was scared witless. I kept grabbing onto Sarah to save me during the really scary parts. That was just the beginning...
The day drew on and I couldn't stop watching tv. It became a battle between watching Spike TV (the neverending episodes of CSI and the movie Palerider) and Lifetime and Oxygen networks. On one hand, seeing Clint Eastwood outdraw a badguy and shoot him right in the gut gets the blood pumping and makes you want to spike a football. On the other hand, watching how the teen mother triumphs over tragedy and loss to become an emotionally stronger woman and learns the value of friendship makes my non-existant uterus skip a beat while tears shed from my eyes.
So, who was the winner at day's end? Did estrogen snuff out the testosterone? Did testosterone plant explosives in estrogen's panties? I don't know. I eventually gave up to go explore Livejournal and play video games.
It started the moment I picked up the remote control. While waiting for Sarah to dye my hair (a pretty auburn color), I put in the movie "Pulse" with Kristen Bell. It was a cheesy horror flick. We could say that the movie was gender neutral because the boyish side of me was enjoying Kristen Bell, but the girlish side of me was scared witless. I kept grabbing onto Sarah to save me during the really scary parts. That was just the beginning...
The day drew on and I couldn't stop watching tv. It became a battle between watching Spike TV (the neverending episodes of CSI and the movie Palerider) and Lifetime and Oxygen networks. On one hand, seeing Clint Eastwood outdraw a badguy and shoot him right in the gut gets the blood pumping and makes you want to spike a football. On the other hand, watching how the teen mother triumphs over tragedy and loss to become an emotionally stronger woman and learns the value of friendship makes my non-existant uterus skip a beat while tears shed from my eyes.
So, who was the winner at day's end? Did estrogen snuff out the testosterone? Did testosterone plant explosives in estrogen's panties? I don't know. I eventually gave up to go explore Livejournal and play video games.