The Paradox of Girliness
It appears that I'm not entirely sure what kind of girl I am. Or more specifically - just how girly a girl I'd like to be.
To better show you what I'm getting at (because I know you're all just dying to know more about me - lol) , I've prepared a list of things below that I enjoy, and have categorized them under the heading I see fit.
Now I do realize that a girly girl can love tools (though the chances are slim) and that a not so girly girl might love pink (chances are also slim), but I seem to have a lengthy list under both headings.
-enjoy strutting around in skirts and heels
-have been known to pout and bat my eyes to get my way
-occasionally enjoy being the "damsel in distress"
-cry like a baby at anything remotely emotional
-have been known to cry like a baby even when something isn't emotional
-can't leave the house without mascara on
-blush at the most ridiculous things
Not So Girly Girl
-have my own toolbox/power tools
-enjoy assembling furniture, barbeques, appliances and what have you
-love a good fight/wrestle/argument
-like to do things myself, instead of relying on the opposite sex
-love demolition work
-physical labour makes me happy
-physical um, love makes me happy (my girlfriends often complain that I sound like their husbands, lol)
-love, love, love to curse
The thing is that depending on the situation, I sometimes like to be known as both types of girl; the Ultra-Girly-Help-Me-Please-I-Feel-Faint-Aren't-I-Pretty one, and the Outta-My-Way-Let-Me-Fix-It-Where-Are-My-Titanium-Drill-bits one.
But if someone were to ask me which I was, I guess I'd have to say a mix of both - uber girly one day, and ass-kicking the next, which - now that I think about it - sounds like a pretty good combination :)