My officemate, Chris, is the butchest of butch. There is nothing remotely feminine about her. I always wonder how she feels about being referred to as a woman - which she definitely is. A conundrum.
Imagine my surprise when Chris and Ed and I were talking the other day and I noticed frosted purple nail polish on her nails. She said, "well, it's only on one hand." And indeed, it was only on the fingernails of her right hand.
Ed and I were laughing and Chris offered, "everyone goes drag on Hallowe'en."
I've been laughing about that ever since.
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