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Though I am not a very feminine person, I do find certain types of skirts to be very comfortable. Particularly the kind I'm wearing now, which was bought for me by my mother today during a shopping spree intended primarily to get me some new clothes for a job interview on Monday. What I'm wearing is loose and long, almost covering my feet when I stand up, and a little bit swishy if I move quickly or turn my body.
Every time I wear a skirt I feel torn. I saw I am not feminine, do not like typically female things, and yet find skirts, a typically female garment, very comfortable to wear. If I went outside in this, people would make that quick judgment of, "She's wearing a skirt, so she must identify with being female," even if they don't think about it consciously or in such detail. The image of females as the only gender who can and do wear skirts is so firmly in their mind that it's a natural conclusion to leap to.
Only in my case, it's a false conclusion. Which makes me very hesitant to wear skirts in public. Ironically, a garment I find very comfortable becomes very uncomfortable when I view it socially.
But at least inside, in my own comfort zone, I can wear what's comfortable without fear of being judged wrongly for it. R knows how I identify and understands that I find skirts comfortable, and those two thoughts were easily reconciled in his mind.
I finished My Name is Paula Popowich the other day. I was going to write a review of it today, but then this issue was fresh in my mind and I felt it was worth addressing first. I'll write a review tonight and then post it tomorrow. I'm about halfway through the second Warriors book. No need of a review on that, really, since the books are interesting but not so dazzling or annoying that I feel the need to give detailed commentary.
It's a little chilly tonight again. Soon it will be time to get out the extra blankets. I both look forward to and dread that time. It's nice to snuggle under piles of warm blankets and be comfortable, but when I have to do that, it means the temperature has dropped enough to make my fear for my health, since I always get sick a lot during the winter, and my weak lungs don't react very well to cold dry air.
Every time I wear a skirt I feel torn. I saw I am not feminine, do not like typically female things, and yet find skirts, a typically female garment, very comfortable to wear. If I went outside in this, people would make that quick judgment of, "She's wearing a skirt, so she must identify with being female," even if they don't think about it consciously or in such detail. The image of females as the only gender who can and do wear skirts is so firmly in their mind that it's a natural conclusion to leap to.
Only in my case, it's a false conclusion. Which makes me very hesitant to wear skirts in public. Ironically, a garment I find very comfortable becomes very uncomfortable when I view it socially.
But at least inside, in my own comfort zone, I can wear what's comfortable without fear of being judged wrongly for it. R knows how I identify and understands that I find skirts comfortable, and those two thoughts were easily reconciled in his mind.
I finished My Name is Paula Popowich the other day. I was going to write a review of it today, but then this issue was fresh in my mind and I felt it was worth addressing first. I'll write a review tonight and then post it tomorrow. I'm about halfway through the second Warriors book. No need of a review on that, really, since the books are interesting but not so dazzling or annoying that I feel the need to give detailed commentary.
It's a little chilly tonight again. Soon it will be time to get out the extra blankets. I both look forward to and dread that time. It's nice to snuggle under piles of warm blankets and be comfortable, but when I have to do that, it means the temperature has dropped enough to make my fear for my health, since I always get sick a lot during the winter, and my weak lungs don't react very well to cold dry air.
