Gender Lines

Okay... after many clicks of my random button... I have got to ask... what is up with young girls who are turning into women and these diaries? It has become somewhat of a epidemic...but at the same time when you think about it, there has always been the image of the young girl who is turning into a woman having her little book of her secret thoughts and desires and musings. And the little boys who are turning in to men are outside running and jumping and doing the little boyman things that the little girlwoman is writing about.
So soon our little girlwomen are learning to keep their mouths shut, to keep their hearts hidden, to conceal everything that really matters to them...their anguish, their pain, their joys and their laughter. So soon our little girlwomen have realized that no one else will listen to them other than themselves, and so early they are learning that they can barely trust each other. *sighs* While the little boymen are running and jumping and fighting, having learned much much earlier that little boymen do not cry, and there is never anything wrong with them, and god forbid that they have any feelings to share. Because if the little boymen don’t act like they have no hearts, and like they have no tears, and have no fears and have no worries and no loves for things other than themselves and the thing all the other good little boymen love, they are called boywomen, and cast out of the gender.
So our little girlwomen turn all of their passions inside and hide them between thin paper and locked books, and our little boymen have no passions that are not of the body and through the flesh, and we wonder why the sexes don’t get along.

It is written...on the wall.