Thursday, September 22, 2011


A few weeks ago I was yelled at in front of the school where I work by one of the city crossing guards when rode my bike on the crosswalk instead of walking it.

"Hey, girl!" he shouted. I stopped and turned around, sunglasses shielding my eyes, black helmet hiding most of my hair, just curly strands dangling out of the bottom.

"Are you a girl?"

Gee, what a question. I explained that I'm a teacher and I'm just really the day went on I chose to take it as the ultimate compliment. That's my take, anyway.  Tonight I've been reflecting on my girliness...or lack thereof. I never, ever wear make-up except on Halloween (maybe); I completely quit painting my toes over the summer when I chose to paint on paper instead; I arrive home from work each day and change immediately into workout wear and keep it on till I go to bed; I wear sloppy, slouchy PJ's; and my hair is consistently a wreck. Lucky for me my family loves me anyway.

Oh, and I now have special permission to ALWAYS ride my bike on the crosswalk. Awesome, eh?

A particularly girly ghost.

1 comment:

  1. We need to get you on RuPaul's Drag U for a glam makeover!LOL