Chopstork

So, most of the girls/women I know — especially in this area — are pretty tough and practical. But every woman, no matter how smart or sporty, has some sort of trait that reaffirms her two X chromosomes. Take me, for example. I know a decent amount about football, and can even throw a spiral (somtimes). The first “bad boy” I ever fell for was Megatron, and I think I still know my way around the first and second quests of Zelda without a map. I have most of Spaceballs memorized. So what makes me such a girl? Not the ridiculous number of shoes I have, or the number of supplies in my office that are purple. Nope. It is my penchant for Made for Lifetime movies (not to be confused with the more ambiguous “made-for-TV” movies, although they do sometimes overlap, like in the classic Death of a Cheerleader). I don’t know if it is the sassy female protagonists, the too-suave-to-be-trusted male antagonists, the spoiled-brat-turned-jailbait-slut teenage daughters, or the fact that not every ending is happy, but I can’t get enough. Every once in a while I’ll turn on a Lifetime movie that doesn’t quite do it for me, but for the most part I sit patiently through the commercials, waiting for the estrogen to bring me justice. I’ve got a movie on right now, and even though I should go to bed, I can’t tear myself away. Guys (and some girls) have given me a lot of crap for this over the years, but I can’t change it. It’s irreversible… just like my raincoat.

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