Ok so I was on the train the other day and I really couldn't help over hearing/eavesdropping on a couple standing near me. She was trying to figure out the word for 'dressing borderling like a man when you have female naughty bits' and he was struggling [and failing] to prove that he had an extensive vocabulary.
I watched their torture until I really couldn't take it anymore and so I breached all social decorum and blurted out 'ANDROGYNOUS'
There was a pause
Awkward laughter [from him]
Relieved laughter [from her]
Satisfied laughter [from me]
and then a silence which I filled by popping in my iPod earphones and resuming my role as a total stranger.
Anyhoo, that little back story was just a little explanation. The point is that I got to thinking about how some days, I REALLY cannot be bothered to be all 'I am woman, hear my cry' and on those
rare frequent days, I embrace androgynism with both arms.
This is why...
Love, peace and erm baggy dungarees??