Sex change

December 4, 2008 at 3:47 pm 3 comments

No, I’m not going to lop off any of my body parts.  And I’m not going to sew any new ones on, either.  (I’m reminded of the Seinfeld episode on ‘shrinkage’ where Elaine asks Jerry—or George, I can’t remember which—“How do you live with those things?”)  🙂

Today’s topic is more about a change in my attitude about which sex I want to be.  The sexes had specific gender roles when I was a child (except for Cousin Itt on The Addams Family, who was—well, an “it”).  Moms were homemakers. Dads worked and took out garbage.  When I was in high school, the world was somewhere on the cusp of “women’s lib”—so even though I was told “You can be anything you want to be!” people encouraged me to be a teacher, stewardess, or nurse, or to take business-y classes that would help me become a great secretary.  LORDY, how times have changed

But for most of my young adult life (20s and 30s), I thought the female sex could do anything men could do.  And I used to try to prove I was as tough as a man.  I could use a chainsaw to cut wood, I could use power tools to build stuff, I could out-fish most men (well, I still can do THAT).  🙂

Nowadays, I don’t want to do manly stuff.  I don’t want to fire up the tractor and haul a load of wood to the house.  I don’t want to use the weed-eater.  I don’t want to hunt (but I do like shooting stuff).  I don’t care much for beer or football.

Hell, for the most part, I don’t want to do womanly stuff, either.  I don’t want to cook (but I do a few times a week—thank God for leftovers).  I don’t want to clean (but I do once a month or so).  I don’t want to shop (which is why husband does all of the weekly grocery shopping).  I don’t like manicures and don’t own a dress.

So what sex am I?  Well, thanks to those 50ish-year-old hormones, I’m not an “it” but I’m a little male and a little female.  I must be—last time I checked, I had a matronly figure and a beard.  🙄

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Cheri  |  December 5, 2008 at 9:24 pm

    Ok, you got me. I’m at a loss for words 🙂

    Reply
  • 2. okwriter2  |  December 5, 2008 at 9:35 pm

    WHAT?! You mean you don’t have those ornery whiskers on your chin once in awhile?! 🙂
    I had lunch with my aunt today and we debated the best ways to remove them. I voted pluck, she voted scissors. Although there are those shaver things for women that aren’t really shavers…more like “peach fuzz removers.” 🙂

    Reply
  • 3. Cheri  |  December 5, 2008 at 10:49 pm

    I have one that comes out and I made my daughter promise to pluck it while I’m in the nursing home. Then I made my friend promise I would not have blue hair.

    Reply

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