I recently walked in to the office and saw a friend of mine sitting there. She looked a little different – I noticed that she was wearing mascara. I pointed to my eyes and said, “What’s this? You have a new look.”
She looked a little embarrassed and said, “Oh, some friends suggested that I try it. I’m not a girl, so I never wear makeup.”
I said, “I understand completely. I’m not a man either. I don’t hunt or fish and I like to cook and decorate and make art…”
We laughed together, a couple of misfits. Then I told her she looked nice.
My “I’m not a man” statement is something that I do feel. I am a man, yes. But the overly exaggerated stereotype of what it means… Read More