I used to be one of those girls who didn't embrace my "girly" side. I would focus on the facts that I prefer whiskey on the rocks to cosmopolitans, am generally down to get dirty with the guys in a sporting event rather than watch on the sidelines, and have the mouth of a sailor instead of a lady. But over the past few years I've discovered that I definitely have a well-developed girly side...and the strongest indicator of the "pink" in my personality (as I like to think of it) is my TiVo.
I recently realized that I have about 60 episodes of Sex and the City on my TiVo, along with Project Runway, Grey's Anatomy, the new 90210, Privileged, and the Golden Girls. Holy chick shit. Not a single sporting event, no Family Guy or Simpsons, not even Daily Show. And the books I've been reading!! Twilight, The Manny (though I hated that one), The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks (okay, that one was for book club)...well, maybe it's just the television thing. And mani/pedis. And girls' night. And gossiping. The list does go on.
However, I think that the lines are getting blurred. I came home last Saturday afternoon and my roommate and his best friend, both straight males, were in the dining room re-hashing their old relationships. I'm not used to hearing that - though I don't have many straight male friends, so who knows? Maybe when the ladies aren't around the guys braid each others' hair, drink cosmos and read Cosmo. I doubt it - but it was refreshing to realize that dudes care a little bit more about relationships than I think we think they do. But there's a trade-off. There is such thing as a guy that is too sensitive (at least for me) - man-ginas. Not so into that.
My point? I guess that it's not as cut and dry, "pink" and "blue" as I thought. Which gives me hope. Hope that I can retain my blue tendencies and still keep discovering my pink side. And hope that I can find a guy that strikes the perfect balance (and thinks I do t00).
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Oh honey, I'm a comic book geek boy, a shoot-em up bad-ass adrenaline junkie and a swooning, wistful, believer of doomed love girly girl all rolled into one... Welcome to the trans-gender, cross-genre varsity team!
(P.S. Grey's Anatomy lost me at the season premiere... But not to worry, 90210 has filled its blatanly manipulative slot)
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