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April 16, 2011

Toe my god

I’m sure you’ve all heard the news by now. There is, in this country, at least one woman who paints her son’s toenails pink (and happens to be the creative director for J Crew and therefore has access to national marketing campaigns). Shocking, right? I know I was completely shocked. While I tend to belong…

March 12, 2011

stuck between a sandwich and a queer place

I was a bender from the start: letting my female playmates choose their imaginary personas first, knowing very well they would hop on the opportunity to clinch the “the girl”, “the mom”, “the damsel in distress”, just so I could subtly flex my inner masculinity. Somebody had to be “the boy”, it might was well…

February 11, 2011

the smallest minority

True story: Waiting for the bus one morning, I overheard a mama talking to her 5 year old daughter: “There are so many different kinds of people in the world, right baby?” Chewing a mouthful of cold smore poptarts, she nods. “There are big people, there are little people, there are mama people, and daddy…