Please don’t make them about me. I don’t really fit in a specific stereotype’s box. I am a creative person in that I read, write, paint, draw, journal, collage, do origami, bake, cook, knit, crochet, do photography and more and I love learning new things all the time. I love horses but I am not a “horse girl.” It really irks me when someone latches on to one thing and says, “Oh, you write?” and I can see in their face all the associates they are attaching to me in their minds:
None of which are true. In fact, the opposite of all of them is true. Which brings me to my next point: being a woman. I do not:
Speaking of yogurt, there are a lot of foods I don’t like. I am a picky, but pretty healthy eater. I am vegetarian, mostly dairy free, and I have celiac disease and Type 1 diabetes. Gluten Free Assumptions are the worst. Sometimes I have the patience to have a teaching moment with a waitress: “Actually it isn’t true that you have NOTHING gluten free on your menu, if you could please go ask the chef for me if this dish has soy sauce or flour in it that’s all I need to know.” Sometimes I just leave. I have had juvenile onset Type 1 diabetes since I was about 13. It is not “the fat kind” of diabetes, it is the “my immune system destroyed my own pancreas” kind.
But my mother-load of annoyance, the main thing my husband told me to vent about: I don’t like shopping for clothes. My problem is that companies have decided that women like to shop, so they make a bunch of weird things in weird sizes so that women have to spend more time shopping to find something they like. A guy can get S M L XL etc for the top half of his body and specific measurements for his pants. I wish life was that easy. Women come in all sizes! I have friends who have to shop in the children’s department while my long legs and arms stick out far beyond most pants and long sleeves. A shirt can not fit because it is not long enough, it is too long, it is too small or too large for my boobs, it is too small for my shoulders, it comes up too high on my neck, the list goes on. And that’s not even including all the weird, itchy, ugly, you name it fabrics that someone must wear, or they wouldn’t have made hundreds of them. I hate the buy a few things get more things free deals that add up to like 5 items – there aren’t enough things in your entire store that fit me! How could I ever find 5 items?!
When I have to go shopping alone I spend most of my time making faces of varying levels of disgust and incredulity and trying not to appear as if I am talking to myself. Sometimes I get too discouraged to continue after the third fitting room trip with nothing fitting right. When I go shopping with someone else, it’s more of a “touch how gross this is” and holding up ugly clothes just to see the look on their face. My husband get annoyed by this, as my amusement doesn’t outweigh the time wasted when I don’t successfully find anything.