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Consider the Source
Jan. 2nd, 2011 06:36 pmSo... for the record...
I'm actually very animated and outgoing. On my list of possible future career paths I have listed "abortion counselor" and "mime." I wear wild colors and bold lipstick and earrings that look like sushi. My jackets are either military surplus or look like they were cut from a crazy old lady's couch. I'm not withdrawn or taciturn. I laugh loudly and swear a lot. I have never dyed my hair. I find goats irresistibly cute. I talk to strangers. I have lied two times in the last six months, and in the next six I hope to cut that down to zero. I wear colorful hats.
A lot of thorny and observant dames in fiction are isolated social misfits whose witty retorts and cutting insights are heard only by an audience they've no reason to believe they have. That's not me. That's probably why a lot of people never see me coming. They're looking for Daria. They're looking for Wednesday Addams, or Lydia Deetz, or Lisbeth Salander. The girl that you can hear laughing from all the way down the hall? Nah. She's probably cool. Go tell her that homophobic joke you just heard. She'll love it.
Much as I joke about how I'm a toon or such a perfect stereotype, there aren't actually too many female people like me in my movies or books. I'm a woman with a mouth like a flamethrower and I'm happy. Someday the universe will come to terms with this seeming contradiction. I'm just puzzled as to what exactly is so hard about it. I don't seem like such an unlikely creature to me.
Feels like it's been a while since I put something up on LJ that's just blatantly me-talking-about-me. Well, there. There's my quota. Back to my regularly-scheduled commentary on not-me.
I'm actually very animated and outgoing. On my list of possible future career paths I have listed "abortion counselor" and "mime." I wear wild colors and bold lipstick and earrings that look like sushi. My jackets are either military surplus or look like they were cut from a crazy old lady's couch. I'm not withdrawn or taciturn. I laugh loudly and swear a lot. I have never dyed my hair. I find goats irresistibly cute. I talk to strangers. I have lied two times in the last six months, and in the next six I hope to cut that down to zero. I wear colorful hats.
A lot of thorny and observant dames in fiction are isolated social misfits whose witty retorts and cutting insights are heard only by an audience they've no reason to believe they have. That's not me. That's probably why a lot of people never see me coming. They're looking for Daria. They're looking for Wednesday Addams, or Lydia Deetz, or Lisbeth Salander. The girl that you can hear laughing from all the way down the hall? Nah. She's probably cool. Go tell her that homophobic joke you just heard. She'll love it.
Much as I joke about how I'm a toon or such a perfect stereotype, there aren't actually too many female people like me in my movies or books. I'm a woman with a mouth like a flamethrower and I'm happy. Someday the universe will come to terms with this seeming contradiction. I'm just puzzled as to what exactly is so hard about it. I don't seem like such an unlikely creature to me.
Feels like it's been a while since I put something up on LJ that's just blatantly me-talking-about-me. Well, there. There's my quota. Back to my regularly-scheduled commentary on not-me.
