Whuddup

It's so weird how quickly your whole life can change.

A year ago, I was living in a different city. I was not feeling like myself, and I was confused as to why. I was exactly where I thought I wanted to be. I always planned it out, and I was there. What's the deal? Well, to spare you of the details (which are in the post below from months ago) it turned out that the place I was for 18 years of my life, that I was so ready to be away from, was the place the world decided I needed to invest in some more.

So I here I am. 

In Spokane.

Making coffee.

Getting an edu-ma-cation.

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Speaking of edu-ma-cation, I am currently in a really awesome Sociology class. It is Sociology of Gender. It is the impacts on gender by society, and the impacts on society by gender. 

Did that make sense? No? Try reading the sentence again........... Yeah? Good.

We have been talking about how gender isn't always as black and white as we think it is. It isn't just boy an girl. Not every boy likes dirt bikes and baseball, and not every girl likes pink and having tea parties. Ever since starting this class I have started noticing how truly gendered our society is. 

About a week ago, when going through the McDonalds drive thru to get my medicine (an oreo McFlurry while PMSing) I heard the person in front of me ordering. She got a Grilled Chicken Snack Wrap, two medium Fries, and a Happy Meal. They then asked if the Happy Meal was for a girl or a boy. 

NOW HOLD UP.

This was what resulted in disappointment for me as a child.

Yes, I am a girl. The happy meal was for 7 year old GIRL me. But I didn't want to barbie. Or the doll comb. Or the stupid little pony thing that you could draw on. I didn't want that. The boys got all the cool toys. The tiny little hand-held etcha-sketch, the Inspector Gadget spy tools... I have very clear memories of me whispering to my mom from the back seat to tell them I was a boy, and I would hide when we got to the window. Why should I have to do that? Why can't I flaunt my 2 X chromosomes while retrieving my "boy" Happy Meal?

Why don't they ask "Which kind of toy would you like for that? Inspector Gadget or Dumb-ass Pony?"

Okay... I altered that. Just pony. Pretend I stopped at 'Pony'.

Now, yes. This is from the girl who wore her boy cousin hand-me-downs as a kid, and threatened her mom with curse words when she was going to be sent to her room. But the point is that it's sad that we have forced people to stay in their little "gender boxes" so much, that we can't even enjoy a Happy Meal like we'd like to.

So... the moral of this post is you like what you like and I like you for that.

Peace out, nerds.