just because... girls should be girly, sometimes.
last night, i attended a 'Girls Night In' party, in honor of one of my girlfriends who is soon to become a Mrs. after a night of home-made fondue (who needs La Fondue anymore!), face masks, pedicures and manicures... i realized, shit i don't know how to do any of this stuff on my own! and for a quick second, i wished i did.
i don't cook. my boyfriend cooks better than me. my kitchen in the experience is limited to cookies, brownies and cakes. plus instant noodles, macaroni and cheese, anything microwaveable, SPAM, and some simple 3-step beef or chicken meals. and i make killer ham and cheese omelettes. but truth be told, those are not real meals and unless he takes over as man of the kitchen, our kids will probably end up fat asses from eating my so-called 'cooking.'
my beauty routine consists of facial wash and moisturizer. i've never worn a face mask nor do i understand the 3, 4, 5 step routines some girls do every night before they sleep. before college, i didn't even pay attention to washing my face. i did it when i remembered and even then it was pretty much just in the shower with regular body soap. college was when i bought my first fancy face products (aka not from Safeway)... and the main reason why was because everytime i went to the mall with my girlfriends, they would trot off to the cosmetic counters, and i got bored of not knowing what they were talking about.
i also don't wear make up, nor do i know how to do anything with my nails but occasionally slapping some nailpolish on my toes when i need to feel pretty. long or painted fingernails aren't condusive to drumming or typing. and make up is too hard. i mean, i've tried it. everytime i walk by the Benefit counter at Macys, they suck me in to put some stuff on my face, which i always end up buying..and which always then ends up in a little container in my bathroom, buried under other crap i was previously sucked in to buying but have never used.
funny thing is, despite all this, my family believes that i am a total girly girl. that i'm dainty and feminine. whereas my friends see me completely different. i'm not afraid to say what i'm thinking, which are most often not the most ladylike things, and i've been described several times as a dude in a chick's body. haha. (ignore all other connotations that come with that.. i swear they were just talking about the taint of perversion that is layered over most things i say. ) i like beer. i eat ribs and wings with my fingers. i *try to* play the drums. i have a few less inhibitions than most girls, and say things like "that chick is hot!" i have a very open relationship with my boyfriend, and am not afraid to try new things ;) and i've been told i sneeze like a gorilla. but i love pink. i like crafty stuff like making flower pens and cross-stitching and have a secret affinity for Michaels. i love gerbera daisies, i adore pretty lingerie and have scented candles all over my apartment. i even cried during Finding Nemo. what does this make me?
i'm not a girly girl. i'm not a tomboy. i'm one of the fortunate fools that has the luxury of being one of the boys when i want to, and one of the girls when i want to. most of my life, i've been the former. telling my boys they need to get laid, laughing at their dirty jokes, cussing like a sailor while enjoying a nice cold beer. but every girl needs one of those nights where they just get in their pajamas, giggle and gossip...and strawberries dipped in chocolate can only make the night *that* much better.
maybe one day i'll learn how to make fondue (rather than just bring the wine, which always seems to be my job...hehe) and maybe one day i will even have my own beauty products to contribute to the Girls Night... till then, i'll just keep sipping on my Hoegaarden, waiting for someone else to cook me dinner ;)
i don't cook. my boyfriend cooks better than me. my kitchen in the experience is limited to cookies, brownies and cakes. plus instant noodles, macaroni and cheese, anything microwaveable, SPAM, and some simple 3-step beef or chicken meals. and i make killer ham and cheese omelettes. but truth be told, those are not real meals and unless he takes over as man of the kitchen, our kids will probably end up fat asses from eating my so-called 'cooking.'
my beauty routine consists of facial wash and moisturizer. i've never worn a face mask nor do i understand the 3, 4, 5 step routines some girls do every night before they sleep. before college, i didn't even pay attention to washing my face. i did it when i remembered and even then it was pretty much just in the shower with regular body soap. college was when i bought my first fancy face products (aka not from Safeway)... and the main reason why was because everytime i went to the mall with my girlfriends, they would trot off to the cosmetic counters, and i got bored of not knowing what they were talking about.
i also don't wear make up, nor do i know how to do anything with my nails but occasionally slapping some nailpolish on my toes when i need to feel pretty. long or painted fingernails aren't condusive to drumming or typing. and make up is too hard. i mean, i've tried it. everytime i walk by the Benefit counter at Macys, they suck me in to put some stuff on my face, which i always end up buying..and which always then ends up in a little container in my bathroom, buried under other crap i was previously sucked in to buying but have never used.
funny thing is, despite all this, my family believes that i am a total girly girl. that i'm dainty and feminine. whereas my friends see me completely different. i'm not afraid to say what i'm thinking, which are most often not the most ladylike things, and i've been described several times as a dude in a chick's body. haha. (ignore all other connotations that come with that.. i swear they were just talking about the taint of perversion that is layered over most things i say. ) i like beer. i eat ribs and wings with my fingers. i *try to* play the drums. i have a few less inhibitions than most girls, and say things like "that chick is hot!" i have a very open relationship with my boyfriend, and am not afraid to try new things ;) and i've been told i sneeze like a gorilla. but i love pink. i like crafty stuff like making flower pens and cross-stitching and have a secret affinity for Michaels. i love gerbera daisies, i adore pretty lingerie and have scented candles all over my apartment. i even cried during Finding Nemo. what does this make me?
i'm not a girly girl. i'm not a tomboy. i'm one of the fortunate fools that has the luxury of being one of the boys when i want to, and one of the girls when i want to. most of my life, i've been the former. telling my boys they need to get laid, laughing at their dirty jokes, cussing like a sailor while enjoying a nice cold beer. but every girl needs one of those nights where they just get in their pajamas, giggle and gossip...and strawberries dipped in chocolate can only make the night *that* much better.
maybe one day i'll learn how to make fondue (rather than just bring the wine, which always seems to be my job...hehe) and maybe one day i will even have my own beauty products to contribute to the Girls Night... till then, i'll just keep sipping on my Hoegaarden, waiting for someone else to cook me dinner ;)
posted by joanelle at 11:47 AM
3 Comments:
tymteo
Wow, okay, I'm stupid --- I posted that by typing too fast before the page had loaded, and that it went and posted that on your blog. Sorry!
What I meant to say was that I completely identify with the non-girly, non-tomboy limbo you described. I too am ignorant of the ways of makeup and rely only on a face wash and moisturiser; I too have a significant other who cooks way better than me; and I too like to giggle with the girls some days and swear with the boys on others (though admittedly their penchant for toilet humour is beyond my comprehension). Sometimes it seems that there aren't many people like us around, or maybe it's just that the mainstream media doesn't pay attention to people like us because we don't buy enough makeup to justify their advertising dollars.
Anyways, welcome to the blogosphere!
I think you are just being Joanelle. And that's perfectly fine. Also, on the cooking thingie, you can always make brownies for dinner parties. If you know how to make special brownies that could really make a dinner party a really happy event, although that could get expensive if you get the good kind from Humboldt (hahaha!).
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