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sugar and spice and everything nice

I'm sitting here in my pink plaid pajama bottoms, pink tank top with a tiny pink bow on it, and pink glitter painted toenails. Growing up pink was my favorite color. Lately I have been super into it again. There's just something so fun and whimsical about pink. And girly. I think that's why it's recaptured my attention so. It's become very important to me lately to reclaim my girlhood. I like pink and ruffles and bows and lace and princessy things. For so long I've wanted to be seen as the low maintenance girl, the girl who's just as comfortable in heels as a baseball hat, the girl who likes to play pool and poker. I'm still all those things, but I'm also a girl. And so as much as I love poker night and other "guy" things, for now I need to pull myself out of situations where I'm just "one of the guys." I'm not and I don't want to be seen as such. Now I think it's time for a tea party. ;)

Comments

Shanelle said…
Being a girl rocks, you get perfume and presents and you never have to carry anything or fix crap.

At least that is my motto. Why do something when boys like doing it better.

Maybe I am like that because I look better in skirts than in a baseball hat.
Amber said…
What I think is really fabulous about being a girl is that we get to choose. We can be girly and wear pink and ruffles or we can play sports and wear baseball caps, and we can do that all in the same week, or even the same day. I wonder if that sometimes confuses boys...
aziner said…
I'm definitely a fan of perfume and presents and not always having to carry things or fix crap, but sometimes I like carrying things & fixing crap. There a certain amount of satisfaction that comes along with it. Though, I think guys are sometimes scared off by a woman who is even slightly able to take care of herself.

Amber, I'd agree. And I'm sure it confuses boys, they don't need much help sometimes. ;) Seriously though, I think guys sometimes like the girl who can be a cute & frilly but also willing to jump in on a basketball game. And sometimes I think this has us running around trying to do all sorts of "girl" things and "boy" things, which is really just far too much work. Maybe it just comes down to do what you like to do & if the boys have a problem with it, tough cookies. Which may actually happen if we're too busy assembling Ikea furniture to check the oven. ;)
Tmproff said…
Girls trying to be like guys,
Guys trying to be like girls...

We are such a confused society :)

I think it's great that you have made this choice. Men need to step up and be confident in themselves and women need to um...well I dont know what women need to do...I doubt I'll ever understand them :)

Kidding aside, what you wrote put a smile on my face!
Anonymous said…
I think it's great you're feeling frilly. Granted I am pretty much the definition of a girly girl... I really think that the sexes are different for a reason. You can still fix crap if you want, but guys feel GOOD when they can do it for you and take care of you a litle bit. Just the same way you feel GOOD when you can help them by cooking for them or sewing on a shirt button, etc. There are different things we're both good at and I think it's time we stop pretending we have to be the SAME to be EQUAL.
aziner said…
Thanks Troy!

Jodi, you bring up a good point. I love being the girl guys call for cooking related things or to sew a button on or various other domestic needs. So is it okay to call guys when I need something fixed, even if I could probably do it myself? If it makes them feel good, is it okay? I think sometimes relying too much on a guy whom I'm not dating & him on me causes my heart a lot of trouble.
Shanelle said…
I can help with this one... NEVER rely on one dude... rely on your boys... like JM, Chris, Josh Wilson, Nate, Scott Halver, shannon, etc....

Spread the help love around. Besides, honestly those boys love helping out... just like we love helping them with the ladies and sewing (clearly that would be you) and stuff.
Anonymous said…
I agree.

I had to carry 2 HUGE boxes of donated clothes down to my car today. I nearly passed out. As my arms were burning afterward I thought to myself, self... why the heck did you just do that? The answer was... because I needed to prove to myself I could.

I know if they had really been too heavy I could have called a guy friend to help, but it still made me feel awesome to do it on my own.

See... it's all about balance.

Jodi