To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Male/Male Mix-up...

Such is the paradox that plagues me these days!

Have we become an overtly culturally sensitive country these days?

Remember Ali McGraw, Ali Larter, Ali Landry? All relatively well-known in America, all women. I wonder if any of them are having the same problem I am.

Last week I got 27 pieces of mail. 14 of these, mostly stupid companies wanting to give me a loan or a credit card, addressed the mail as follows. MR. Ali Brinkerhoff. Mr.! Followed by, "Dear Sir."

Ok, come on! Does Brinkerhoff REALLY sound Middle-Eastern??? Seriously!


brooke said...

I don't recall 'Brooke' being a sexually ambiguous name either (in ANY culture), but I have also received the dreaded, "Dear Mr. Wasden," on the occasional credit card offer. Perhaps it's a sign of insecurity, but it's a blow to the esteem nonetheless. I don't know why-- these people don't know me (obviously) and they aren't judging me, yet still... there's something about the insinuation of being masculine that offends me...

...Which is why telling a 3 year-old at the GAP last night that he was "such a good little girl" and having him respond, "NO! I'm a good little BOY!" was a little mortifying... He WAS pretty AND he had long curly hair. That's it. He's scarred.

But sight-unseen, or sight...seen, Ali, YOU ARE ALL WOMAN!!!!

Ali B. said...

Actually, I am built like a 12-year-old boy. But, I am not complaining, it's good for running. Just the other day I saw a transfestite exercising, he jogged/waddled by and with his wig, caked on face, padded bra, and jewelry and in my head I thought, "yea, it's a lot easier to exercise in all your transvestite gear. You're right, women have a much easier time exercising than men!"

brooke said...

How true! That's why I haven't sprung for the fake ta-ta's yet.

f*bomb. said...

snort. aahahhaahahaaa!
This must be BROOKE-BROOKE. Which makes sense why this is SO FRICKIN' HILARIOUS.

And I never go running without my pearls on. You just never know when you may need to stop for a spot of tea.