Quoteit's the gap where an ego will fill.
And where, pray tell, would aforementioned gap be?
And they're biscuits, not cookies.
Cookies are the things on the Internet. That my computer has *issues* with.
(Along with trojans, adware, spyware, and apparently every other virus under the sun
).
Quote(aside) oh dear, i can't think of an insult. how does one get an androgyne's goat?
It is because of the (brilliant) book
Animal Farm that I always associate the name Muriel with goats. My grandmother has a friend called Muriel, and all I can imagine when I hear about her is flower-chomping goats. (The goat in
Animal Farm was called Muriel, by the way. It's not some random "I read
Animal Farm and now think of all Muriels as goats" thing. Just in case you thought I was, you know, a little bit
weird or something
).
Back on the topic of gender (how melodramatically unexpected!), my brother was at work the other day, and as Mum had already dropped him off (he can't drive yet), Dad and I were figuring out who would pick him up, and Mum said to Dad, "You go have a shower [he'd just been for a run], and let him pick him up. I mean her, let her pick him up." Even though she corrected herself, it still felt *right*. I've been called "him" and "he" before - I have a name that isn't indicative of my sex, and so if people hear it but don't see me, they always seem to refer to me as "he" - and it has *always* felt more right than any female pronoun.
(I'd originally been going to share this in the "Pronoun" thread, but when I tried it came up with
BIG SCARY RED writing...so sorry, but it's here instead ).
Lutin
(Can you tell I've just figured out how to change font size and style? Ooooooh it's exciting!!!)
