gender? i don't even know 'er!

[gladdecease]

When I finally succeeded in importing my livejournal yesterday, and went back to adjust privacy settings, I was highly amused to see that the earliest post (certainly not the first post I ever actually posted, just the first post I didn't later delete) was teenage me griping about my mother making me pluck my brows and learn how to do make up, vaguely wishing I was not a girl.

Like: oh, honey, that feeling never really goes away. but at least you got a word for it eventually.

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[gladdecease]

Also: geez mom, plucking brows was a really weird thing to start with. But going off old pictures of her mom, and how overplucked both her and her sister's eyebrows are these days, I think I know where the idea came from.