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We had our usual family shindig today at my grandmother's house. I came down at 10:30 to help my aunt and grandmother set the things up and do the sort of manual labor that's hard for them, and they paid me at the end of the day. Overall it was enjoyable though I still can't keep the cousins straight (and trust me, there are many) but I nearly flipped my shit at one point.
So this little 6 or so year old girl who is somehow distantly related to me (third cousin or somesuch) comes up to me, and the first thing she says is "Why are you dressed like a boy?" This made me do a bit of a double take, since I don't think I was dressed especially masculine today (brown short-sleeved blouse, jeans and my black heeled boots) but trying to be gentle I said that it's how I prefer to dress. She then started on this thing about how girls are supposed to wear skirts and dresses and pink and blah blah blah the usual gendered crap, but I just tuned it out. Amusingly only one woman at this party was wearing a skirt, and that was my mom.
But then it got worse. This girl picks up her little iPod with its speakers and starts playing that godawful "I Kissed A Girl" song. But then, then she turns to me, starts giggling, and says "She kissed another girl, isn't that weird?"
So let me recap. She not only insulted my gender identity and started playing a song that I abhor, but she then went and insulted my orientation when just last week I locked lips with Sara. It was the perfect storm of things to piss me off. At that point I reminded myself that strangling a 6 year old girl is not a wise course of action and retreated.
I know that at that age they just parrot what other people have said, but UGH!
There's also the fact that I can only take so may people at one time, and near the end there I was reaching my limit. I was pretty exhausted by the time I got out and a bit punchy, but I usually don't have to deal with so many people at once.
But to paraphrase something my dad would say, family are the only people who have to let you in when you knock on the door at 1 in the morning.
We had our usual family shindig today at my grandmother's house. I came down at 10:30 to help my aunt and grandmother set the things up and do the sort of manual labor that's hard for them, and they paid me at the end of the day. Overall it was enjoyable though I still can't keep the cousins straight (and trust me, there are many) but I nearly flipped my shit at one point.
So this little 6 or so year old girl who is somehow distantly related to me (third cousin or somesuch) comes up to me, and the first thing she says is "Why are you dressed like a boy?" This made me do a bit of a double take, since I don't think I was dressed especially masculine today (brown short-sleeved blouse, jeans and my black heeled boots) but trying to be gentle I said that it's how I prefer to dress. She then started on this thing about how girls are supposed to wear skirts and dresses and pink and blah blah blah the usual gendered crap, but I just tuned it out. Amusingly only one woman at this party was wearing a skirt, and that was my mom.
But then it got worse. This girl picks up her little iPod with its speakers and starts playing that godawful "I Kissed A Girl" song. But then, then she turns to me, starts giggling, and says "She kissed another girl, isn't that weird?"
So let me recap. She not only insulted my gender identity and started playing a song that I abhor, but she then went and insulted my orientation when just last week I locked lips with Sara. It was the perfect storm of things to piss me off. At that point I reminded myself that strangling a 6 year old girl is not a wise course of action and retreated.
I know that at that age they just parrot what other people have said, but UGH!
There's also the fact that I can only take so may people at one time, and near the end there I was reaching my limit. I was pretty exhausted by the time I got out and a bit punchy, but I usually don't have to deal with so many people at once.
But to paraphrase something my dad would say, family are the only people who have to let you in when you knock on the door at 1 in the morning.
