Dear Diana,
We had a so-and-so day. Dad read about so-and-so. I think Dad is being a maniac tonight. He's going out of his way to yell at us tonight. I hate it when we can't take a shower/bath. An unusual specimen is me. I'm almost lost in the mists of time (and Dad is trying to destroy my race). Everyone my age is interested in boys, makeup, clothes, and sleepovers. I, on the other had, am interested in Amazons/huntresses/Elisar/Greek mythology/warrior women, history, learning, fun, and a mentality of thinking. But not really being pretty. Just being smart.
Kitty
I think everyone goes through the I'm-not-like-other-girls stage. It's important to mention that I in no way looked down on other girls for having different interests, and I didn't think I was superior in any way (that, unfortunately, came later). Not having been raised in an atmosphere of feminism (Dad was and still is highly sexist), I was firmly convinced that there existed a dichotomy between stereotypically "girly" pastimes and what I was interested in. That there could exist a makeup-wearing clothes horse who also loved math and literature never entered my mind. All in all, this post shows an attitude borne of ignorance, not of malice.
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