Lying is a sin.
So is honesty sometimes, apparently.
Sir?
Do you need a cab?
No, I'm fine, thanks, MAAM.
I get so many double takes when I walk into the
WOMEN'S BATHROOM that I'd like to say I'm no longer fazed by it.
But that would be another lie.
Woman
Wo-man
Breasts. curves. long hair. pastel colors.
If that's your style, great.
But.
If you walk into Northface, looking for a
BRIGHT ORANGE JACKET,
then look in the men's section, please.
If you're MALE/BOY/MAN, fabulous.
but if you're FEMALE/GIRL/WOMAN,
then you can go ahead and try "guys" jackets on,
or you can buy a lovely baby blue one instead,
Cause somewhere along the line,
somebody dictated that BRIGHT ORANGE
is a color better suited to MEN than WOMEN.
And you know what’s even better?
If you’re neither—
if you look neither MAN nor WOMAN,
GIRL nor BOY,
then you can shop anywhere you fucking like,
and get used to people around you doing double takes
no matter which section you're shopping in,
kids, babies, mens, womens, pets, hockey, hiking, household, honesty...
I told my mother I was getting called "sir" a lot.
She suggested I keep my hair longer.
I registered an incredulous look on my face.
I asked my brother to define "woman" for me.
He said "they have vaginas".
He also said, "Vaginas are where the baby comes out, right?"
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Do you need a cab, sir?
Yes, thanks, I lied, because I did not feel up to correcting him.
A few weeks ago, we went to the beach.
We left with salty, icky hair.
My long golden brown haired friend
ran her hand through the mess on her own head, sighed,
looked at my spiky short-cropped mop,
and said:
Your hair makes sense, dude.
I smiled.~ Student ‘06
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