But for some reason our inbred femininity won't let us. That one time you saw your overly girly girl friend throwing up at that house party when you were 19 because she'd drunk too much vodka? That was just ONE TIME. You will never see that happen again. For some reason, girly girls seem to have this knack of disappearing before any one can see them at their peak of intoxication. It's like a homing instinct - to turn and climb into the nearest cab before vomiting into her handbag, rather than face the undignified shame of throwing up in front of all her less dignified friends on the local high street. The girly girl would rather leave early than look like a fool, even if she does look a bit prudish in doing so.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
