Girly

So, I've been doing Jillian Michael's "30-Day Shred."


Yeah...what her shirt says...

It has made me think of what it means to be a girl.

Jillian puts on this tough-as-nails persona, and drives you through her workout like a...a...I don't know what, and you have as little chance of standing at the end of it as you would at the end of a landslide.

Anyway, that's not the point.

The point is, is that it has made me wonder.

Why is it that women want to be like men?

Men stink.

Men can't multi-task.

Men leave messes everywhere.

And we love them for it (except maybe for the last one...Oh, come on! You can't say you don't love snuggling up to your smelly, one-track minded man!), but why on earth would any woman want to be like a man?

Jillian is trying to be like a man, I think.

Which is sad, since she is a pretty girl, and underneath her rippling muscles is a little girl who just wants to curl up in a blanket with "Anne of Green Gables" and a big chocolate cupcake.

I think I know why she (and other women) try the manly-girl road.

I think it's because they want to be taken seriously.

I know that's why I do it sometimes.

If a man walks into a room and states something strongly, it's impassioned. If a woman does it, she's just emotional.

Of course, you have the occasional emotional man.

That's why I like Senator Boenher.

So, I've tried to change my ways.

God made me, and before he whipped everything up that made me, he pulled my elements out of a vast pool of intelligences, and I was a girl then.

And I'm a girl now.

And that's good.

Hello, I'm Dara, and I am a girl.

And my favorite color is pink.

I love "Anne of Green Gables."

And big chocolate cupcakes.