The day I decided it was okay to wear pink...

I've always been a tomboy. As a girl, we all got the impression that it was bad to be a girl... that being girly was something for which to apologize... that we had to be tough -- there was no room for being a pretty princess, unless we never wanted someone to respect our minds.

You know, it used to make me happy that my ex-husband was intimidated and afriad of me. He talked about how tough I was, that I never complained and did my work, no matter how hard it was. He was jealous of me in many capacities and was not bashful about telling me so.

As I walked out of church last week, there were t-shirts on sale. I love a good t-shirt. This one looked like Strawberry Shortcake (tm). That was one of my favorite dolls a child. And this syrupy sweet pink shirt proclaimed "Strawberry Soda"... and I loved it.

Roaming around my place on Sunday, the room-mate was still in Miami, and I in my pink shirt and gray sweats all curled up on the couch watching "The L Word"... I felt like a girl. After curling my hair and putting on layers of pink makeup and lipstick, redoing my toenails and fingernails. I look decent, but I have really missed this girl stuff.

Growing up on a farm wasn't bad either. Knowing how to castrate pigs is a good skill to have. But being given flowers on a date, having him make you feel like a princess when he opens the door for you... now that's girly.

Maybe next time, pink roses?