After reading this post on Tomboy Style earlier this week, where a chef recalls being handed the key to the men's restroom as a little girl, I couldn't help but remember the time I was mistaken for a boy on our 8th grade trip to Great America -- in front of the boy I liked all through middle school. It definitely wasn't the first time that mistake was made but it was probably the most traumatic. I mostly never cared to be called a boy back then because I related more to the guys -- I could talk to them about punk rock and we typically enjoyed the same types of jokes (a solid combo of self-deprecation and toilet humor.) While driving to work this morning, Cryin' by Aerosmith came on and it sent me right back to Junior High and reminded me that back then, I found solace in the fact that if I looked like a guy, I kind of looked like Steven Tyler. And he was really effing cool in the 90s. But wait! Here's the cool part: my middle school crush? He still really liked me back -- even after witnessing someone mistake me for a boy! Also, I ultimately found a really rad husband who is comfortable enough with his masculinity that he can deal with me being a non-dainty female. And, yes, we still enjoy punk rock, self-deprecation and toilet humor.
Nowadays, I wear the title of "Tomboy" like a badge of honor. I can open my own almond butter jars, thank you very much. And jeans are more comfortable than dresses any day of the week.
Now, here's a dose of Aerosmith to send you back in time. This is best enjoyed at a very high volume so you can't hear yourself missing Steven's high notes as you scream along.
Nowadays, I wear the title of "Tomboy" like a badge of honor. I can open my own almond butter jars, thank you very much. And jeans are more comfortable than dresses any day of the week.
Now, here's a dose of Aerosmith to send you back in time. This is best enjoyed at a very high volume so you can't hear yourself missing Steven's high notes as you scream along.