A recurring theme in my life is I suck at being a girl. I make a horrible girl. This isn't some twist on words where I tell you I am a woman. I'm a horrible female.
At least according to the pink brigade. I don't mean Victoria Secret. I am referring to the "sugars and spice and everything nice" expectations. I'd rather watch a football game than a soap opera. I'd rather go to a live sporting event than clubbing. I don't see anything wrong with yoga pants and a tank top every day. I usually choose an action movie over a chick flick.
It's been recently where I've become increasingly self-conscious of my failing grade at femininity. It never used to bother me when I'd get teased for knowing more about football than most males. Being one of the guys was nice because women can be such drama. However, someone planted a seed - an evil weed of a seed.
My Facebook status of "single" is a direct result of my lack of feminine qualities according to this person. If I want to attract a male I should tone down the football love and accent with the color pink. It isn't going to happen. Anymore than I am capable of leaving the "it ain't happening" I originally typed.
I might have been given an "F" in being a girly girl, but I'm owning the "A+" in life.
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