"My mom... yeah she was odd. She'd dress me in pink, as a baby, and then when people would say, Oh, what a pretty little girl she'd say Actually, he's a pretty little boy, thanks. Then when they'd get all indignant that she was causing me trauma, she'd say I'm not the one causing him trauma, morons who prejudge based on a dye color, they might be causing him some trauma. My mom was a little weird... yeah, I turned out just fine... but my mom was a little bit different."
If you think gender socialization is fakery, or something crazy feminists made up, just walk down the aisles of the local Toys-r-Us. Sometimes I understand why some mothers take on the incredible burden of home schooling.
Last night we went out to Sullivan's. Yup, we went to a bar and steak house with a name like Sullivan's on St. Patrick's day. I was itchy until we got seated, but once we did it was smooth sailing. But getting me to go out on any "holiday" is getting more and more difficult, let me tell you.
Whatever sick is going around, it might have got me. Coughing, sore throat. Bleh.