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REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)

Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.


Wednesday, April 24, 2002

Elizabeth Spiers: Girly Girl?
Apparently, I "write like a guy." (Any relation to throwing like a girl?) I guess it's not surprising. As I emailed Mr. Capitalist earlier, every guy I've ever dated has said something to the effect of "hanging out with you is like hanging out with my guy friends - but better!" Can't make out with your guy friends, right? There's no real explanation - I was just never very receptive to gender socialization. Especially if the gender roles seemed stupid and arbitrary.

Me at six years old: "I'm supposed to like this stupid Barbie crap because I'm a girl? What kind of bullshit is that?" (confiscating younger brother's Legos.) "I'm supposed to better at food preparation and raising kids because I can't pee standing up? Are you kidding me?"

Alright, so maybe it wasn't *exactly* like that. I would have never said "shit" at six.


Never say "can't."


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