Monday, March 21

Being a Girl

[Being a Girl]

It's been stuck in my head for days because of that new Gap campaign . . . . 
When I have a brand new hairdo
With my eyelashes all in curl,
Well, I float as the clouds on air do.
I enjoy being a girl!

When men say I'm cute and funny
And my teeth aren't teeth, but pearl,
Well, I just lap it up like honey.
I enjoy being a girl!
And, damnit, as much as I consider myself a feminist, I do enjoy being a girl. A girly girl. I like baubles and bangles and barrettes. I like glances and grins. I like irresponsibly high heels. I like being coy as much as I like to strut. I like flirting. I like always having my nails — fingers and toes — polished. I like having men open doors for me, and I like being smiled at when I hold open doors for them. I like to giggle. I like unsolicited neck rubs. I like lip gloss. And, I really like tops that are obviously chosen to enhance my not insubstantial cleavage.

Is that so wrong?