It’s not gushy and painful like real birth (or the alternative).
It’s more of a celebration…like if all you remember from the pregnancy was the presents and excessively-decorated cakes from one-too-many baby showers.
I digress. This new baby girl, Femmasculine, isn’t just a blog. It’s a rant, too. It’s a place for women who hate the color pink and girls that fear spiders. It’s NOT a place to discuss beauty tips and decorate wicker baskets, in fact, that’s strictly forbidden.
Femmasculine will be blunt, forthright, unnecessarily raunchy at times and overall, a place to share our thoughts, feelings and stories, however inappropriately delicious they may be.
Still don’t get it? Ok, take Danica Patrick. She’s the epitome of femmasculine. A cool chick who jumped in the driver’s seat of a race car and said “Check this shit out! I can fly!” Chicks proving themselves to be as cool as guys think they are. Does that make sense? If not…keep reading and maybe one day, you’ll know the true meaning of femmasculine.
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April 3, 2009 at 11:05 pm
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