Buffy looking up

And now, another bloody meeting

Yesterday was, in nearly all possible ways, chaos and disaster and plans exploded and commitments dropped and stress mania. Today, despite meetings, should be better. Has been better.

Had fascinating conversation this morning with Mr P about the straight-het axis vs the tomboy-femme axis (and our dissatisfaction with those labels; suggest better ones!) and what a third dimension might reasonably be. Told amusing story about my lunatic parents and their belief that if they could somehow get me to carry a purse, I'd turn out not to be One Of Those(tm)(terrifying chord). I was entirely oblivious for years about what the hell they were worried about, but successfully resisted them anyway. Entertaining in all kinds of ways. Except when kids suffer because of it.

Discussion turned to the question of whether it's about seeking the social advantages of the other sex (freedom, power) or merely feeling more comfortable presenting as the other sex. I have few clues.

+ Work. Start new feature. Begin thinking about architecture for major overhaul of mumble.
+ Resolve at least one of the 17 deal-with-urgently messages in my to-do list.
+ Watch ASH's episode of Sensitive Skin.
+ Watch more 10th Doctor.
+ RPG things; finish writing out postcards.
+ Mail the ton of packages I have to be mailed. OMG. So many packages.
+ BPAL review-writing. Herr Doktor Penwiper, I have your Temperance imp to hand along. Alas, the Fool imp dumped its entire contents on the rest of the set during shipping, so it's somewhat Foolish.
+ Finish answering comments. At one point yesterday I had 60 needing answers. O.o
+ Write.
+ Get more than 7 hours sleep at least one night this week.

Random link for today: what the Silicon Valley considers newsworthy. I walk past that building several times a day. The presence of Google in the neighborhood will probably change the complexion of businesses nearby. Since Google provides free food all day to its employees, the lunch spots should (blessedly) not become more crowded. Much.
You know, tomboys don't even technically exist anymore. When I was a child, playing soccer outside with the boys at recess when all of the other girls were drawing, I was called "Peppermint Patty". Now, all the girls are playing soccer at recess. My parents thought themselves progressives and played me albums like "Free to Be You and Me..." Although, my mother did suggest if I wore dresses more often, I would be more popular:) Still not popular...maybe I should wear the dresses after all.
There's still a girlyness thing that people either have or don't, even if society has mercifully decided to lose the label. Neither my sister nor I are ultra-girly (both preferred trucks to dolls growing up, and Lego to both) but she's girlier. And her daughters are both girly while being ultra-smart and curious and active. Me? Totally ungirly, and it seems to have nothing to do with orientation whatsoevah.
My sister's ex-husband's parents were very upset to see that their son washed the dishes and my sister mowed the lawn. Her mother-in-law told my dad once that it was strange that all of his daughters were so androgynous. The irony is that her son came out of the closet as a transsexual years later. I would never consider us to be androgynous, just not ultra-girly. My brother was gay. He wasn't terribly girly either.
I wriggle with joy at the thought of Tarot in HR11!

Parental anxiety is often just bonkers. That they're anxious at all, bonkers. What they choose to be anxious about, and how they choose to express it, often strange.