I've been reading the other blogs and the people going back and forth over it being "just a shirt" or a parody that people won't get because only the wearer knows the title. And suddenly I was reminded of my days in high school.

All of my female friends did *not* fit in with the stereotype. In fact, they were incredibly *anti*-stereotype to the point where I would get snarled at if I mentioned words like "cute" in their general direction, or if I assaulted them with pink. I would walk down the hot pink Barbie aisle in the toy store just to creep them out.

But secretly, I wanted to look at the Barbies in their pretty dresses.

After college I "came out" as a girly girl. Not the girliest or the style-savviest, but girly nonetheless. And you know what? I couldn't be happier about it. I like my skin care products and my swishy skirts and my jewelry boxes and my makeup brushes. They don't make me any less smart or any less capable as a person. And I know that I don't *have* to be this way, I *want* to be this way.

So, really, denying yourself in any form whether you're stereotypical or not just plain isn't good. So there. *nyah*