Thursday, October 21, 2010

Being a Girl...erm.... Woman

WORDS I HATE:

moist
tender
flesh
nuance
engorge
rural
loins
lubricate
horror
pecan
nostril
the other n word...i can't even write it, but it refers to the top of a baby's bottle.
mucus
cloister
clotted
pustule
succulent
ointment
supple
salve

and finally.... 

WOMAN.

There are many reasons that I dislike the word "woman."  I just dislike the way it sounds... and I get really anal about people mixing up "woman" with "women".  Which often sound the same, or "women" is converted to some sort of "wimmin" sound....Ugh.  ANGER AND TENSION.  

My first experience with it directed at me:

Twelve-year-old Christi: Mom, I can't go to school today.  

Mom: What? Why not? You're going!

Christi: *meaningful look* ... shamefaced gestures....

Mom: *bursts into laughter* Oh, sweetie!  

Christi: It's not funny.

Mom: *fake saccharine fifties voice* "You're a woman now!" hahahahahahahahahhahaha

Christi: I'm leaving now.

See?  Unpleasant connotations.  Woman means cramps, mood swings, and unsympathetic mothers.  

NB: My mom is awesome, and I totally deserved it, I was being a brat the night before about wanting more privileges.  

Also, woman is indicative of responsibility.  I HATE RESPONSIBILITY.  And square toed, boxy shoes.  Or worse: mom jeans and shoulder pads.  

When I think woman, I think of this: ------>


I can feel my chin thickening.  Oh, my gosh.  

I think that the terror is brought on by my association of "woman" with "adult" which is theoretically.... not me.
The idea that my freshman roommate is getting married this Saturday freaks the crap out of me.  Surely, my generation, we're not ready to be married and have children?

Facebook suggests otherwise... thank you high school pregnancies....

Anyway, I never thought that I'd be afraid of aging.  It's shallow to cling to youth.  I stand by that statement.




Maybe it's the "peak" ideal.

According to this chart, women peak at ... 20 or so....

I'm 19....

Also... notice the male peak....

So.
Not.
Fair.

DEAR GOD FIX ME FAST!  I don't want to blink and miss it!!!!

Also, if I ever become a woman, I think I'd miss the following phrases in day to day life...

"Yeah, girl!"

"Baby guurrrrrrrrl"

"Get it girl"

and so on and so forth.  *Sigh*

I'm moving to Neverland.


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