Tomboiary

19 09 2007

There was this time in high school, when my then best female friend left for Pune. We wrote about two letters each week – she spoke of love and heartbreak and me of the vague things I did (that clearly did not involve any love or heartbreak). Since she had moved off to this exotic world of air-force trainees and what not, I was left with a bunch of guy friends. And no really female friend.

Which was all fine. Because a) they were (and surprisingly still are) good friends. b) that is the golden age when you don’t know enough of science / math to see why some of your most brilliant ideas will never work and you need motivated buddies to work on these quixotic theories. (for instance, why don’t we inject some cellulose digesting enzymes into humans so we can all eat grass and paper?… Or lets cut up some ants, mash them up, dilute them and figure out how pheromones work…anyway you get the drift). c) It helped with bunking classes and showing up at what used to be called Youth Festivals. and d) It is usually boys who sit around in the last bench playing book-cricket or some such nonsense.

I wonder if all this tomboyish-ness of my formative years explains why so many of my guy friends think talking to me is like talking to a guy. And why I am just too cynical and rude for my woman friends. My only redeeming factor in the eyes of one of my female friends is this – “atleast your sub-conscious mind has some good taste”.

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27 responses

19 09 2007
Falstaff

Come, come, I think you’re too hard on yourself. How can you call yourself a tomboy when you have an entire cubicle covered in nice, girly pink?

20 09 2007
tabula rasa

let’s not knock book-cricket, shall we?

20 09 2007
blackmamba

Falstaff: now that could be blamed on my sub-conscious good taste.

TR: knocking book-cricket? who said the nonsense was anything less than glorious ;)

20 09 2007
Space Bar

FAstaff: But see, she doesn’t want it to be covered in nice girly pink. a steely blue or chilly grey would be preferable.

but i’m thinking of macho air force type girl whose heart broke twice a week. how terrible. mashing up ants i sso much nicer. good amounts of folic acid in the diet.

20 09 2007
Veena

Cmon now. Cutting up ants is not good taste now? What did these women friends of you do when they were kids I don’t know. Playing with pink dolls, I am sure. Eeeks.

20 09 2007
blackmamba

SB: Thank you. she did seem to have a lot of drama in life. Or it was just that my life was drab and boring. hmm…

And both of you, Veena, SB – so you thought cutting up the ants was the worst part of the experiment?

But it is actually the Big Picture that is important. The spirit of scientific enquiry that leaves nothing unexplored – humans to ants (after the 15th toad you catch, when you really wanted a frog, you move on to researching creatures that reside in colonies).

Anyway Physics experiments were always more fun.

Veena: pink dolls! who plays with pink dolls in highschool? More like kvetching about Sharon Stone.

20 09 2007
Space Bar

who said? squash more ants, i say. they’re fascist pigs. um..sorry, ants.

veena, pink dolls even i draw the line at!

20 09 2007
Space Bar

who said? squash more ants, i say. they’re fascist pigs. um..sorry, ants.

veena, pink dolls even i draw the line at!

21 09 2007
tabula rasa

even i draw the line at

now if it were drawing the line *with*, we’d take your talk of fascism more seriously.

21 09 2007
Space Bar

TR: now why didn’t I think of that?! (and why do all discussions on Veena’s and BM’s comment space degenerate into pink talk?)

21 09 2007
blackmamba

That is it. I shall allow none of this pink talk here anymore. From now on anyone wants to talk pink, they refer to it as grey. I am drawing the line with grey.

from pinko to facist… see it isn’t that hard.

21 09 2007
tabula rasa

space bar:
she isn’t really *black* mamba, you know. scratch the surface and you get a deepish magenta.

21 09 2007
Space Bar

or, as e m forster put it, pinko-grey. that way everyone, including the ants, are happy. (except, possibly, bm, who might not like being referred to as magenta mamba)

21 09 2007
blackmamba

TR: Just you try. not magenta but red…there will be lot of this blank slate-ish red…

Lets just say, “Okinawa, one way”.

21 09 2007
blackmamba

Though, Magenta Mamba is a good name for an item number girl.

21 09 2007
tabula rasa

haha!
ties this thread right back to falsie’s latest post. though n!’s suggestion takes the cake, i could well see the gender-equivalent of tomboy being magenta-mamba.

21 09 2007
Space Bar

the only trouble being, my tongue keeps saying Magenta Mama instead. Some more genderbendering; besides making it sound like a mild-mannered bald uncle-type who turns into superhero when he has nagapazham juice.

21 09 2007
falstaff

space bar: :-). Don’t get me started on the whole ‘Mama’ thing – the number of rock songs that association has spoiled for me is not funny.

For the record, I don’t think Magenta Mamba is a good name for an assassin. When you’re a deadly killer you want people to hear your name and be thinking “shit, I’m totally f***ed now”, not “magenta? Isn’t that like purple or something?” Plus you run the risk of being described as a Secret Magent.

Also, disagree with TR – ma-gent-a is too close to mother’s boy for comfort. Plus personally think Magenta Mamba sounds too much like a cocktail that you’d get served in some happening latin club.

On a completely unrelated (and free-associating) note, isn’t it strange how the combination of two words I love – mage and ent gives us one that I don’t care for – Magenta? I blame the a at the end.

21 09 2007
Space Bar

Falstaff: not assassin; superhero. magenta mama (that sounds like bananarama, doesn’t it? yellow, purple. hmm)

and you should consider adopting magenta instead of falise. ma, gent, you like? you like? (or, it might be too oedipal).

‘mage’ i can understand. what a lovely powerful word it is. but ent? as in, treebeard, or the ear nose throat number?

21 09 2007
falstaff

Space bar: Fair enough, though I’m not sure where we crossed over to superheroes. The original Black Mamba certainly wasn’t. What is this Magenta Mama supposed to do – spend her time ridding the streets of Gotham of crime and pink?

And of course I mean treebeard. You’ve been spending too much time in hospitals if you ent makes you think of disease.

21 09 2007
blackmamba

Not to interrupt all this sobriquet-ifcation.

But, what is this talk of some stupid superheroes?

please read my wiki page. thank you.

21 09 2007
Veena

BM: Sorry to break this up but Bill just reminded me after seeing Falsie’s magenta-purple comment. Building tomboy image sounds good but there are too many subconscious loose ends. For instance, remember a certain St Patrick’s day in Chicago and a certain shade of purple? (Yeah, the same day Falsie went shopping.) No tomboy would ever ever buy me (or anyone else) that. Too much taste that.

21 09 2007
blackmamba

wait a minute. are you saying tomboys don’t have good taste?

our local emo boy is confusing butch stereotypes with tomboy stereotypes. Nothing prevents a tomboy from buying someone nice eye makeup. esp., when that certain someone has just paid for a very good brunch. Besides, just because you make us all do these things (like our man in Texas getting shipped all your precious VS lingerie) does not mean we are all into that stuff, right?

21 09 2007
Veena

yeah right, real tomboys have a thing for that perfect shade of eye shadow. Its all part of their subconscious taste.

And what exactly do you mean by “does not mean we are all into that stuff, right?” Who is we? Speak for yourself. Not to pull young innocent Texans into this.

22 09 2007
blackmamba

People are either born with good aesthetic sense or not. One can work on improving these skills if one wants. But being a tomboy and not working on it does not mean you will lose your natural ability.

Anyway, who be this young innocent Texan? The old and worldly Texan has taken to outsourcing lingerie shopping now?

Btw, the post did say “tomboyish-ness of my formative years”. And we all know how long ago that was. Just saying.

22 09 2007
Space Bar

Falstaff: Mama, as in brother of mother. Who will be bald and whose head will shine with the light fo a hundred candles.

Ya, I’ve been in hospitals too long…sigh. But Veena, BM, all this talk of shipping underwear and all confuses me too much. I’d rather think of pink thongs and G-strings that n! will play upon effortlessly – music, like good taste, is something one has to be born with. Simone de Beauvoir, are you listening?

16 12 2007
Idetrorce

very interesting, but I don’t agree with you
Idetrorce

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