Girls

[littera_abactor]

The recent spate of genderfuck stories triggered something of an epiphany for me.

I'm no good at being a girl.

I'm happy to be female, yes, and I can't even imagine wanting to be male, but the distance between "female" and "girl" is huge.

Actually, the difference between "female" and "girl" is me.

I can't dress myself. I finally learned what a

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[littera_abactor]

"Misgendered linebacker" is a phrase I need to see a lot more often. For the record.

also, short hair can alos be your friend and the instruction to the hair dresser that you want to "Wash, brush, go" is prety generally understood.

I have curly hair. If it's long, it's just sort of wavy. If it's short, it frizzes, and it also curls out. In my misguided youth, I shaved my head a couple of times, and the growing-in stage was always hideous. I looked like I was wearing a tumbleweed on my head. One of those big, car-crushing ones.

And, unfortunately, when I say "wash, brush, and go" to hairdressers, they think layers. But that takes me right back to Tumbleweed Central. Or, if the layers are long enough, I can look like a misgendered (hee!) fugitive from one of those horrible hair metal bands.

The thing is, hairdressers tell me, "People pay fortunes to have your hair," and I never have the guts to say, "Anyone who would pay that much money for a haircut would know what to do with it. I don't and I never will, and I'll settle for tidy."

Hmmm. Maybe I should write that down and take it with me. It's getting to be time for this decade's haircut.

What's a Garanimal?

[maygra]

Ahhh, Garanimals!

Garanimals was this genius children's clothing line (it may still be out there. I no longer have small children inmy fmaily to buy gifts for) that came in all kinds of great styles and colors and each one was tagged with animal cards, like giraffes and monkeys and hippopotomi on the tops and bottoms, so all you had to do was pick one piece you liked and match it with another piece with the same animal on the tag. (And the tags were big. It was kind of like a zooological safari and a game of go fish all rolled into one.)

I have no color discernement. Not for shades and gradients. I have been known to put on a particularly virulent shade of scarlet (which looks good on me) and match it to some hybridly deceitful shade of burgundy and think they are the same color. My roomate, bless her, has no problem with pointing out that while having my clothes clash like cymbals in a marching band probably says something aobut me, its probably not anything I want to hear.

I'm good with solids though. ::nods:: jeans go with everything. black goes with everything. I have, in my professional closet, many black things from slacks to skirts to dresses, to which I can safely manage to wear pretty much any pattern that catches my eye. Also, I have a fairly good eye for style (Although better for other people. Really, I do. There are some moderate difficulties in trying to dress a linebacker, becasue we aren't talking aobut a linebacker stripped down to his skivvies and mesh jersey, we're talking trying to dress him with the shoulder and chest pads on and thighs that could rightfully be considered road obstructions. (I have a feeling in some other life, I may have been a sequoia tree. A somewhat short sequoia tree but you know...circumfrence and even trunk growth can tell you many things about a tree. If I were a tree, I think I'd probably be a couple of hundred years old. I like to think of it as being an enduring thing -- not a bad compliment, you know for a tree.)

Luckily my sister understands both style and color so at least once a year, she sends me something lovely and appropriate for the lest slack-tively days at work.

Granted I haven't seen your hair, but the roommate has basically the same problem. She hadn't cut her hair short in *years* and did so about 10 years ago. (Granted, she did go to a higher end salon) and the amount of curl they found under all that long, heavy, wavy hair was pretty amazing. But they made it look really cute, kind of a flippy, wedgy in the back kind of thing that looked adorable. (Reminisicent of 20's flappers I always thought. ) It wasn't hard to care for but it did need someone who really knew what they were doing to keep it trimmed and she's back to long hair now. (Being out of work for three years will do that to you --just messes all the hell with your priorities.)

Wow. I must have eaten something that shorted the normal pause from brain to actual communication. I'm not sure I like this.

Any way...you know, hairbands were considered "teh sexy", not too many years ago...

::ducks and runs::

and another thing

[maygra]

If they could come up with an adult version of Garanimals, it should probably be food oriented, so, you could like match foods together like, chip and dip, steak and potatoes, bacon and eggs -- that sort of thing.

And then ther would be a category for things that go with everything...like...

sprouts.