Gender Dysmorphism?

Today a parental neighbor I had not yet met asked Dad "is this your son?" I kinda blinked and chalked it up to the fact that he's Korean and I could hear that English wasn't his first language. However, Dad kept talking right over him, and a minute later he had to repeat the question. Dad said "pardon?" and I said "daughter," with a smile. I was amused. Thankfully he wasn't horribly embarrased and didn't make a big deal out of it. The man's daughter was also there, and Dad said she rolled her eyes at her father in an OMG kinda way. I'm not all that happy with my current haircut, it does look more boyish than usual, and I was wearing a jacket that's actually men's, and really baggy, so I can kinda see where it'd happen, but... <shrug> At least I've a good sense of humor and it was a source of amusement rather than offense. I think it's the gender stereotypes that the mistaken identity implies that irritates me more than someone thinking I'm a boy. I like to think of myself as fairly gender neutral except for occasional times I like to be girly.

I wonder what they said to each other after we were out of earshot.

Resolutions?

I hate vegetables, and I may have to begin taking that hatred out on them by eating them, and all of their filthy green friends. --Howard Taylor

I dunno, I don't feel like I really do that resolutions thing anymore. I want to exercise more, but that's a perpetual one. Near the top of my to-do-list is to find a folk dance studio I can take lessons at or something. Who knows if they exist. After that is a list of the various check-ups I need, including going to an allergist. It may end up being a waste of time for only having to deal with my parents' house a couple times a year, but it'd be nice to know more clearly what I'm allergic to, and maybe have some prescription drugs for when I absolutely need them like I did this week. But I wouldn't particularly label any of those as resolutions, they're just what I was planning to do anyway.