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]

I feel very close to you right now. Also your desk. It is definitely our kind of desk.

We have three doors that we paid someone to come install two years ago, that we were supposed to paint ourselves. We have not painted them yet. (Actually, we painted half of one of them, so it's now half blue and half raw wood. Doesn't help much.) The guy who put them in was back last summer, and he thought that was really funny.

And we won't even talk about all the "bookshelves" I manufactured out of random flat objects supported by random cubic objects before I discovered the wonders of Ikea. (Say what you will about Ikea, but they make a decent low-cost bookcase. Our only other option at this point would be to pay someone to come build in Gladstone shelves.)

Although I notice we still have a stunning number of books just sort of stacked everywhere. (Which makes me wonder, actually, why I never made a bookcase out of books: two stacks of them supporting one very long one.)

also, i think that the key to being a grownup is not doing the right thing but having a sense of humor about how often the wrong thing just seems to happen to us.

Ooo, I like that grading scale.