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Androgynous is the New Macho

It’s bizarre. 7 out of 10 strangers will mistake Tru for a girl, and it used to really bug me. Ok, so he’s got bangs. And longer-than-average lashes. And pretty, big eyes. And a charming grin. But I assure you, HE’S A BOY. I can show you if you want.

In spite of my best efforts to dress him up in dudish duds, I still encounter blind cows who insist that he’s a chick. Look, the universal rules have not changed. Boys dress in blue and girls dress in pink. Just check the color, people, it’s not that hard.

Like I said, it used to really bug me.

That’s until I had a moment of truth. You know, when the glass shatters and you suddenly see a side that was really there all along, and you never see it in quite the same light again. The kind of OMG I WAS THE BLIND COW moment that changes your life forever.

Sometimes, all it takes is an innocuous object, like say, a  hairband or a little pink hairclip to change everything. Take a gander.

So I say, revel in it my boy, androgynous is the new macho.

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I sang, I danced, I stole things

Wassup superfriends!

Couldn’t resist. I’m still reeling from the awesomeness of the night’s events. Jason Mraz is in town and I had my much-deserved night off to catch the hottest guy on earth live in action. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like an out-of-touch, knocked-up chick that’s been cooped up at home for waaayyy too long.

Note to self: I’ve gotta stop getting pregnant.

Anyway, it’s official. I can still bring it.

Sitting there at the Singapore Indoor Stadium, I found the Remedy for the Beautiful Mess which is pretty much the state of my life these days. From the time Mr A-Z burst up on stage to the Dynamo of Volition, I was screaming like a fourteen-year-old after a Jolly Shandy. Man, it’s good to feel young again.

Seriously, it’s the most fun I’ve had in months. No Clockwatching or scrambling after my Mr. Curiosity. I was utterly mrazmerised, transported to a world where life and love were being celebrated. At once witty, whimsical and downright wonderful, it was clear that Mraz totally brought his A-game, and I was loving every moment of it.

Rock on, my Geek in the Pink! And for the rest of you, go on, get out and live high. Life’s too good for us to be sitting on our asses drowning in monotony.