Just One of the Guys

I’m never accused of being sensitive.

Unless you put me in a sack. Then I lose my shit.

Unless you put me in a sack. Then I lose my shit.

You can typically tease the bejesus out of me and not only will all of my feathers remain unruffled, I’ll be dishing it right back at you.  I owe this lovely trait to all of my male cousins because before my sister, I was the only girl on one side of the family and took plenty of shit.  I learned very early on how to stand my ground, play hard and tried not to cry (or “the boys will know it’s getting to you and that’s what they want,” true words of wisdom from Mom).

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

Doesn’t seem fair, does it?

As our extended clan grew my sister and I ended up being the only two girls out of 11 cousins and we encountered relentless teasing, rough housing and endless boys against girls games. (Is nine against two ever fair? Ever?)

Boys against girls.

Don’t let their good looks fool you.

Keeping everything tit for tat, if I had to play G.I. Joe with my male cousins, you bet your ass they played with Barbie dolls when visiting my house. Being oh-so-sweet (and such a little shit), I even gifted my cousin a Ken doll one year at Christmas (his best received present ever).

Forced to play with Barbies and he turned out fine. Obviously.

Forced to play with a Barbie doll and he turned out fine. Obviously.

As a kid, of course I wanted to do anything and everything my cousins did. I was a bedazzled little dude with attitude (which has bled into my adulthood).  So you can imagine my dismay one Christmas when all of my cousins got football helmets of their favorite teams and posed for photos as I jealously scowled at the dickheads.


I’ll just be over here…burning holes into your helmet heads with my beady eyes.

But what happened next was a true Christmas miracle.  My cousin, Barbie Boy (maybe making him play Barbies wasn’t such a good idea after all…) didn’t like his helmet because it was too tight on his head.

Tears of tightness

Tears of tightness.

Oh the horror for him but sheer holiday delight for yours truly (I then knew how the Grinch felt before his heart grew three sizes, which was pretty fabulous). I was all too happy to take a helmet from a hysterical, big-headed, bawl baby boy.

I can do anything you an do better....

Dry eyed and helmet headed. Feathers intact.

Suffice to say, I owe my thick skin to the dudes who surrounded me growing up, which has come in handy working in a male dominated industry today. Thanks to my cousins, I’ve mastered the art of being just one of the guys but it’s still fun to say…

Eat your crying heart out fellas.



27 thoughts on “Just One of the Guys

  1. I always love your post ❤ this one's just great! Good for you you got your helmet.. with my family it was more the other way around, soooo many girls and one male cousin, I still tried to steal his He-Man sword one Christmas, but he wasn't having any of it 😀

  2. Phil Lanoue says:

    Seeing this post title made me think of that Jenny Lewis song.

  3. I’m a horrible human being. The tears of tightness make me cackle like a, well, HORRRIBLE HUMAN BEING.

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