Pink and Frilly

Sometimes I worry about being unlady-like. Some of you might exclaim, but it is true.

Sure, I wear dresses everyday. What of it?  Sure, I have long hair. Who cares? I never paint my nails. Or put on makeup. Or wear frilly pink stuff.

Once, when I was helping out at a VBS, a 5-year-old boy came up to me and asked,

“Why do you dress like a girl, and have long hair, like a girl, but your FACE looks like a boy?”

OH NO! What do you say to that? What do you think of that? The kid is 5. He’s telling the cold, hard, truth, man. To him, you look like a boy. He ain’t making it up. He sees something inherently masculine in me, and he’s not afraid to say it.

As if that all wasn’t enough, there’s the problem of my voice.

I’ve never liked my voice much. It isn’t ugly, but it certainly isn’t my mother’s voice. Mama’s voice is beautiful. Mine isn’t. I’ve been told that it’s slightly nasal. A few weeks ago in communications, we learned that women with nasal voices are perceived as “pushy, aggressive, and manly” among other undesirable attributes. Oh no! But what can I do? My brother tells me that I have a “phone voice.” It’s when I answer the telephone or thank the bus driver or a real gentleman who opens the door for me. My voice goes up an octave. It’s cute and polite and little-girly. Should I start using my “phone voice” exclusively? I wish I could, but I cannot. I am stuck with my “nasal, aggressive, and manly” voice.

But you know what? I’m not going to worry about it. Not today. Not after I wore my pink, frilly, 1950s dress to a church dance. Not after I spent the evening watching my skirt fly and twirl. Not after all the old ladies came up to me and told me how sweet I looked.

I'm such a dork.

Dancing does that to you. I love to dance. It was a lovely night. I had Wayne Newton’s “Danke Schoen” stuck in my head all evening.

Then I went home and read the Art of Manliness blog. I love the Art of Manliness blog.

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One thought on “Pink and Frilly

  1. I like the little baby sister in the back staring deep into the fireplace, thinking how she could fit perfectly in it. 🙂

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