When I was five, my Mom got tired of messing with my hair and had it cut the “Dorothy Hamill” style, essentially a bowl cut. I was a tomboy and didn’t like to wear dresses, so I looked like a little boy in my jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts. Almost 40 years later, Mom still insists that I looked cute and didn’t look like a boy. I always point out that strangers addressed me as “little boy,” and it wasn’t because I looked feminine. If I ever meet Ms. Hamill, I will be tempted to kick her in the shins.
well, i gotta say, you got a good story out of it. :-)
and it also confirms a universal truth - only dorothy hamill could pull off the dorothy hamill.
“I was a tomboy and didn’t like to wear dresses, so I looked like a little boy in my jeans, sneakers, and t-shirts. Almost 40 years later, Mom still insists that I looked cute and didn’t look like a boy.”
Looking back on it, how did you think it was to be seen as a boy versus a girl with respect to the apparent expectations and burdens versus the privileges?