I consider myself a very independent girl, steeped in cynicism and feet firmly planted in reality. I see a button that says "I loved Owl City before Fireflies" and I think: well that just made you lame first.
Who is Owl City? No idea.
It's reflex because it was a tween wearing it and she looked very 'girly'. I watch Snow White in horror at the prospect of a woman, waiting for a man to save her and being the cleaning wench for 7 Dwarfs. (Seriously, the huntsman comes for her and she cowers against a rock and raises her hand as if the shade her eyes. Really? FIGHT DAMN YOU!)
Then I get invited to a 5 year olds princess birthday party. All must come dressed up in frills and have a tea and cookies. You might be thinking "wow, TG is gonna snap!" Right? If you knew me you would anyway. My first gut reaction was, ick. And then....
Oh yes, and then.
The idea of the big flowy skirt awoke in me a little girl, she was deep down.... possibly around my pancreas or maybe even my colon, but she was there. And she smiled. She possessed me to go to the closet and look at my wide variety of bridesmaid dresses (always the bridesmaid...). And then the little bitch got bold, she went whole hog and pulled out the coup de grâce. The mother load, if you will. It was the last time the little girl in me spoke up, it was 15 years ago, it was grad.
Floor length, full skirt, elbow length gloves. It's on!
Look out Princess Tea Party, here comes the little girl in me and she is wearing a crown! Sarcasm and angst, see you tomorrow at our regularly appointed time-sometimes a girls just gotta shine.
