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Saturday, March 15th, 2003
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10:44a - The Blue Ball
It's a weird little liberal arts college you're at when they have a Spring Semi-Normal every year, and this years was called The Blue Ball (innuendo intended). I was by far NOT the only gender rebel there; at least four people went in full stereotypic drag-- evenly divided kings and queens-- while many others were dressed androgynously or combined exaggerated features of both genders. The campus police stood around with drinks-- I didn't wander over and look, but they were the same paper cups the jello shots came in-- and chatted with a girl wearing a transparent dress (swoon). There was an asshole prospie who looked terribly bewildered. I asked him how he was enjoying the night and this conversation followed:
Prospie: "I'm having fun, but the jello shots are lousy, I'm not even buzzed."
Me: (teasingly) "Of course, that's what you came here for, isn't it?"
Prospie: (hurt) "N-no, I came here for lots of reasons... Like you," (sweeping a bow)
Me: (coldly) "I hope not."
Prospie: "Why are you being so mean to me?"
I normally wouldn't have been so 'mean', except that he kept following people around and cutting into people's conversations and generally being creepy. And I don't take it well when unknown males try to flirt with me. I'm fine with women doing it, for some reason-- in fact, that makes me feel rather good about myself. Women are safe. But guys I don't know flirting with me upsets me.
What upsets me even more is that I, a self-professed gender rebel, should have a reaction so clearly defined by gender. I know it's a societal thing, but I should be immune, dammit.
current mood: sleepy
current music: downloading music for my mother's birthday (5 comments |comment on this)
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