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That little girl learned that day that haircuts don’t necessarily belong to a particular gender. (But my first response might have been along the lines of “Really? But I have bigger boobs than most men.”)
Also… today starts Montreal Comiccon! Come and see me at booth #2226! I’ll have my books, a few copies of my Culottes courtes zine, a few copies of the comic collectives I took a part in, and some pins, magnets (I’m running out of these) and charms. I don’t bite!
Buy me a hot cocoa
You look like a fabulous young mom. Very hip and fun. <3
I remember in grade school one of my friends wouldn’t believe me when I told him it was possible for a guy to have long hair. Open up their little worlds.
A boy in my kindergarten class didn’t believe I was older than him because I was smaller. I was five and I was like “seriously dude”
I got a similar comment with short hair and a hat. Two little kids stared and giggled running away whispering “Oh my gosh! It’s not a man!”
Sigh.
I assure you it feels just as fantastic when you’re mistaken for a woman while being a man with long hair.
You almost have to be wonder if it would be worth explaining to them. Next time just tell the kid you’re a unicorn and be done with it.
Well I know I get complements from kids saying I have pretty hair.
Maybe if you stop cutting your hair like an elderly dyke?
Your username suits you well!
You’re the kind of mother whose child will, once she’s older, show photos of to her friends and say: This is my mum, doesn’t she look awesome?
Also I am LOVING your comic, it’s absolutely fantastic, there’s something so organic about your style which I can’t quite put into words, and I absolutely love it! And your daughter sounds super adorable <3
Aaaa thank you!!
Best reply ever.
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I remember a sort of inversion of that from back in first grade. One of my friends, Sarah, was tall; another friend, Michelle, was short. They were the same age, but then Michelle had a birthday. Which meant that the taller one, Sarah, was younger than the shorter one, Michelle.
The bafflement I felt about such a concept stands out as one of my sharpest memories from that year.