When I was in my early teens I knew a guy who went under the pseudonym of The German. He wasn't German in the least, but the reason behind this was that someone once phoned him up and started a conversation in German, and The German replied in... German. Because of this, the person who phoned him started calling him The German and soon it caught on. When I think about him now I can only recall his real name if I think about it for a while.
Today I've been messing with my aunt's family values. Uh. Well, my cousin turned 11, so we all went there to celebrate her. Her sister is 4, and so that she wouldn't get jealous when her sister got a zillion presents, she was given a My Little Pony. It was wearing a pink skirt and pink shoes. Like ponies do. For no good reason, I started telling my cousin that the pony was obviously a boy. She went "no!" a few times, and I tried to convince her, going "yeah, but look, it's wearing a pink skirt and shoes, just like a boy". After awhile she had obviously given in to the idea that pink skirts and shoes are boys' things, so she went "but boys don't wear tiaras" instead. I said "only the pretty boys". A bit later I heard her go "oh, no he dropped his shoes" when the pony's shoes fell off, and I did a little victory dance.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
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