My first thought was that the shoes clash with the vest.
I grew up to be pretty girly, much to my own surprise. Although I still shriek at the players when I go to a ballgame. And I can’t figure out why anyone would wear heels on the weekend (that’s when you get to wear jeans and flipflops!).
My favorite girly things are pedicures and manicures. I looooove pedicures. I ge my fingernails buffed, though, polish is too much for me.
On the purses: I find most purses are awfully small. I carry a Dickies messenger bag most days. It fits my lunch, my notebook, my wallet, whatever book I’m reading (I hate going anywhere without a book), and an extra pair of shoes, if I happen to be wearing new shoes that I’m concerned might get uncomfortable. I finally did get a smaller bag for when I’m going out, but I wouldn’t dream of taking it to work. I need my stuff!
Seren, good luck with finding the right balance of frilly and sensible for you.
So…how you doin’? 
Too late!
I’ve already got flowers from a very nice boy sitting on my desk at work. 
Maybe you should’ve asked two months ago… 
Mostly we don’t, although I do make sure that every jacket and parka I own has pockets big enough to hold a full-sized hardcover book. It’s always good to have a book or two (or three or four) with you!
I love it when feminism becomes, "I’m still taking orders from other people about what I can and can’t be like, but since it’s a bunch of older women I’ve never met, it’s the good kind of being bossed around.
Be you, and if that’s frilly and dressy, that’s fine. You don’t owe these “feminist” “leaders” anything.
So, um, Seren… you’re trying to be a girl and find gal pals… AND you’re learning to fly airplanes??? (By the way, aren’t we due for another update thread on that?)
I’ve never been a girly-girl - always a tomboy. Then, somewhere in my 30’s, my macho relented and I started wearing more skirts and dresses and stuff. But even so, I ditched the makeup and purse collection years ago (it had been a failed attempt to “feminize” me back when I was still under the control of parents and school). I do a pretty good “drag” at work when appropriate, and I’m getting an urge to get a simple purse… but you know menopause is approaching, the hormones are a-changin’, and now, after finally coming to terms with my feminine side, it’s becoming rapidly apparent I will have to figure out a way to deal with the incipient goatee my chin is trying to cultivate. Bleaching isn’t going to work - it would leave me with white hair, not invisible hair. Hmm… maybe more of a fu manchu than a goatee. Nor am I waxing my face, as someone recently suggested. If I can’t bring myself ot wax my legs what the hell would induce me to wax my face?.
>sigh<
I just know this is all part of a journey to yeti-hood. If I could just wake up one morning entirely hairy/furry I could simply hire myself out to a sideshow and make tons of money, but this slow transformation thing is just a pain.
Um… I suppose that’s not a very girly fantasy, is it?
It’s amazing how a het female like me is more butch than most lesbians I know.
Shouldn’t you move him off of it? 
Yeah, I know. Catch me saying “off of” when I’m not being flippant, and I authorise you to shoot me without warning
I knew something sounded funny about that sentence… You’d think having an English teacher for a best friend would’ve taught me something over the years.
Although, I think I might rather have a nice boy sitting on my desk instead of flowers. Instead of flowers sitting on my desk, not the nice boy sitting on the flowers…
You’ve got me all paranoid now.
Yeah, I do like a challenge. I see why guys complain a lot about never being able to meet girls now. It’s because girls just don’t tend to do fun things, like flying. Clearly, you and I are superior females.
Anyway, I’m girly every day of the week except Thursdays. Thursdays, the hair goes up and out of the face, and the contacts stay in their case and the glasses go on. I’ll wear old jeans and a t shirt and some sneakers I’ve had for a few years now. No point in dressing up if I’m just gonna be sweating and getting av gas all over myself.
Well, except today… I have a lunch date with that nice boy who may or may not be sitting on my desk and/or flowers. But I’ll definitely change before my lesson.
And I’ll post an update soon, I swear.
Story of my life… 
Awwww hugs You can have me if this one doesn’t work out.
That’s why I’ll probably never be a girly-girl. I look at a bottle of makeup and think, "I could buy a book with that money instead."
They may not all think it’s hilarious.
I worked with a woman who I kinda/sorta knew was attractive. The nature of our job had her always wearing jeans, no make-up, and a pony tail.(all of which can be incredibly sexy, too - but hey, it was work) We were pretty good friends. One day she asked me to go to a wedding with her. When I showed up at her house, I was, for a moment, literally speechless. She was definitely a girl, and somehow I had let myself not notice.
Be prepared for a little attention!
speaking of “a little attention”…
I’ve never been hardcore about my tomboyery; I’ve just always been about comfort. if I can look hot and be comfortable, I’m all for it, but it’s generally an impossibility. I pretty much hate skirts and dresses (I donno, I just feel too “exposed” or something), though I’ll wear them to like court or an interview or downtown. I don’t mess with my hair other than to blowdry and brush it-- it’s long and straight and really looks fine left as such when clean, IMO. I wear makeup and perfume when I go out, “out” meaning for an evening of debauchery, and every time it is the BIGGEST scandal. “oh, Raven’s wearing makeup!!! oooohhhhh, Raven’s wearing GIRL clothes!!! look at YOU, hottie!!!” gag. it’s cute and fun every once in awhile, but man, sometimes you just want to walk in and be acknowledged like a normal person, not cooed and squealed over like a child; it’s just embarassing. god forbid I should ever resort to carrying a purse; people would soil themselves.
now that I think about it, though, even when I wore makeup every day (high school) people freaked out when I wore anything particularly girly, and I think it might be because of the way I talk. I present as very masculine in mannerism and especially speech, because every other word that comes out of my mouth is “fuck”, and rarely in anger… it’s just a word to me, like “the”, and I think that really cements this image of masculinity in people’s heads. I don’t think it would matter if I started wearing makeup and skirts and purses and heels today for the rest of my life, I’d still get shit about it, because I’ll never have a feminine personality.
Damn it, not only am I too late, I’m too late to be too late! Pish tosh!
And ya gotta admit, hanging around an airport is a great way to meet guys!
Of course, there’s guarantee the guys of are of high quality, and that’s the downside. And most of 'em seem to be divorced at least once - usually over aviation issues.
God forbid anything ever happens to my husband - my “harem-in-waiting” would come knockin’ on the door, and the ones I know about are just the ones ballsy enough to admit their interest with a husband lurking in the background.
Hear, hear.
By the way - I find baby shampoo most effective at getting avgas and engine grease out of clothing, particularly winter-weight gloves and knits.
Come to think of it, I think I’m running late on my latest account of adventure myself… better get to work.
:smack:
“Of course, there’s no guarantee…”!
(Note: preview is your friend, slow down in pursuit of the “submit” button…)