Woman Post

This is going to be all over the place, but fuck it.



Yep.

 I’m a girl. Some people might say woman…but based on my inner attitude I consider myself a girl, young adult at the most. It is not because I don’t think I am mature, more so because I don’t want to be. I am a huge kid. I just want to play outside, ride bikes, sail boats, get dirty, get sweaty, and go barefoot…I am kind of a klutz, not for lack of coordination, but rather, I get too excited to pay attention. I am constantly covered in bruises…it doesn’t bother me. I like to think I am hardcore.   



Actual Winning

I have always been this way. As a kid I ran track and cross country then picked it up again in high school. I did Cheerleading too. My main sport was softball, I played from age 5 until I graduated college. I worked my ass off and loved being a part of a team. In my final years we were able to accomplish everything I had spent 15+ years working toward. It was an incredible thing that 90% of the population will never understand or have the opportunity to be a part of. Playing this sport, the first thing people always ask is if I am a lesbian. There is nothing wrong with being a lezbo, but I get fucking tired of people associating the two. (It isn’t the same as men who wear white sunglasses.) Liking or being good sports does not a lesbian make. This happens a lot in women’s sports. It’s annoying. FUCK GENDER ROLES. 

Fuck "Battle of the Sexes," let's just battle



Often the source of the question is from fellows, some ladies too. People are so fucking weird. I have a large variety of interests. I realize stereotypes wouldn’t exist if there was no basis for them, but making assumptions based on a single quality a person possesses is stupid, and does people a disservice; especially yourself. It is important to discriminate against people for who they are, not who you assume them to be. Pigeon-holing is bullshit. If you write people off because of single qualities I guarantee you are going to miss out on some great relationships, whether personal or business related.

I have other qualities that probably put me in the butch/dyke bucket. Off the top of my head: I am one of the most insanely competitive people on earth, I don’t care about your mani/pedi date with so and so, I don’t complain when the weather is cold/hot/rainy/dry/perfect, I find the problems and discussions of most women so fucking boring, weddings don’t make me cry, periods gross me out, I don’t know if I’d be a good mom, and the inseam of my shorts is longer than half an inch…but the one quality I am seriously lacking that would make me a great lesbian is liking women…weird how that works.

Just because I am athletic and don’t give a fuck about your problems does not mean I am attracted women. It probably means I get along with most men better than the majority of women. In an effort to get along better with all people I try to limit my discussion of the things listed above. Not because thoughts on those topics don’t swim around in my mind, but because they aren’t interesting…at all. I am boring myself now thinking about thinking about them. I suppose people mistake my “I don’t give a fuck” attitude for lesbianism, when I’m really just kind of a bitch. I accept that. My way of managing such things is to remain politely aloof; act like I don’t care so

A) I won’t, and

B) People will think I don’t



My former boss



I never felt held back because I am female. My über competitive nature has nothing to do with masculinity and everything to do with my desire to be the best at everything all the time. No one ever told me I couldn’t do certain things because of my gender, so I never thought that way; still don’t. I was 24 years old before I experienced blatant sexism. (Maybe I never paid attention before that, who knows?) I worked in an office with a lot of rich old white men (STEREOTYPE!!) and they assumed that because I was a woman, that I was an assistant. I was not…I got a college degree and was using it. I never made a big deal about this mistake…I let the assumption run its course and surprised the fools later when introduced with my title while handing off important financial information. Instead of wasting energy feeling insulted, I allowed the culprit to feel like a dumbass.

I grew up in a household of 6 females (including me) and 2 males; I am the fourth of 6 children. (Since the obvious question you all have floating in your mind is: “Are you Catholic?” I answer. YES) Most people would assume that our house was filled to the brim with Barbies, baby dolls, clothes, high heals, barrettes, princess crowns, and other super girly stuff. It was—Half way. The other half was bikes, balls, Frisbees, and sneakers. As a group we spent half the time outside playing giant games of freeze tag, keep away, going on bike rides, climbing on the roof of the house, and running around in the dark dressed in all black playing commando. The other half was spent playing Barbies and “House” training ourselves on how to become adults. (My brother didn’t really play Barbies so much as his G.I. Joes launched surprise attacks; bombing the civilian residences while capturing sexy female prisoners.)



G.I. Joe: Sexing Barbie since the 1950's

 At the time I found it to be annoying, but it taught me that in life I’ll spend a bunch of time getting things exactly the way I want them, and then someone else will come fuck it all up. This, along with the advice of my parents, is where I learned that yelling and screaming doesn’t help, the damage was done. You can complain, OR you can brush out the sex hair G.I. Joe gave Barbie and realign her 60 pairs of shoes, then move on. This technique works in the real world also.

I understand how lucky I am to have grown up in a situation where the sky was the limit. I find it is important to think beyond the standard associations. The lesson here is to notice that the lines are drawn in the sand…The idea is when you step back you’ll realize we’re all just chilling on a huge beach. Enjoy it. And quit calling female athletes lesbians. I hate this post. Rant Over.