Oh, this is a good prompt!
Write about a way in which you don’t relate to many other members of your gender.
Girls or women that squeal. It hurt my ears when I was ten, and makes me want to slap them into next week, now. Bonus smacking if they’re squealing over Edward or Jacob. If you don’t know who these two twits are, then I love you.
I can’t deal with women that go the whole “girly route” and I mean the annoying girly route with parties, make-up, shopping, gossip, Botox, bust lifts (letdowns – and yes, they do exist, Virginia!), cutesyism. Bleh.
That may be why I get along better with “alternative human beings” as an ex-wanna-be-girlfriend labeled my then current friends (a lesbian, a gay couple, and a guy that was a woman). They were down to earth, read, were able to converse without bringing make-up and shopping into it (although the “girl”* of the gay couple slipped once in awhile, but he was sweet, so I forgave him for it), and they accepted my so-called eccentricities for just a part of who I am.
I love ‘em, I miss ‘em, but I moved.
Thank goodness for the internet. I may not socialize these days (I don’t even have a friend) but I still get to meet wonderful, down-to-earth, lovely people.
*Let me amend so I don’t offend – it was B who called himself a “girl” and so that is how I used it there.
