Gender Stuff and Hobbies
In fifth or sixth grade I was interested in the Babysitter's Club novel advertised in the monthly Scholastic Books advertisement catalog pamphlet thing. The description of the plot sounded like something that would be amusing to see on a sitcom. A girl classmate saw me circle it and teased me for being a boy that wanted to read a girl book. Also, my parents didn't end up ordering that one.
I don't have the experience some trans women have of: "I was always more into pink and dresses and Barbie than blue and trousers and GI Joe". I'm kind of neutral on colors*, I haven't tried wearing a dress yet, and I enjoyed playing with my GI Joe, He-Man, Thundercats, and Transformers action figures as a child.
I also did enjoy watching the GI Joe and He-Man and similar boys' action figure advertisement cartoon shows but the selection of things to watch was narrow enough that I also liked My Little Pony and Care Bears and She-Ra Princess of Power, which I think were more for the girls' marketing demographic.
I did own one She-Ra action figure that may have been a thrift store or garage sale find.
Somewhere I found out that one of the enjoyable things to read, for me, is books in the intersection of chick-lit and YA marketing demographics segments. Things like The Princess Diaries. Or everything Ally Carter writes.
Somewhere else I spent time on the internet and started learning that gender is a spectrum and that things like nonbinary and genderqueer identities exist, and had some realizations.
Recently I picked up the first of the graphic novel adaptations of the Babysitters' Club books and enjoyed reading it.
Most recently I had a good paycheck and felt like disposing of my disposable income in some specific ways I picked up the core rulebook for the Transformers RPG and another Babysitters' Club graphic novel, which seems to be second in the series: The Truth about Stacey.
I took that picture when I had both books with me. I finished reading the graphic novel in one long sitting at a restaurant. I'm still working on the Transformers. I'm about a hundred pages in, which is around a third of the way.
I was thinking of just posting that picture and a short text caption like "Enby's reading list", but it felt too reductive, and even though I am an enby and that is my reading list it sounded in my head too close to old people claiming schools have to put in cat boxes for catgender students. Don't ask me why.
*I do wear a bit more pink now as a deliberate FU to gender norms. In fact, I think when I get dressed and go out today I will wear my pink t-shirt with Wonder Woman circled by a rainbow.
Thank you to @thewizardofsass of enduring an early draft of this.
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Browsing old bits and bobs of writing since my gooogle docs is approaching storage limit. Stumbled back upon a crossover of the two best things to come out of fictional Connecticut towns.
[CLOSE UP on LORELAI, a resident of STARS HOLLOW, CONNECTICUT and her teenage daughter, RORY, as they open the door to LUKE’S DINER.]
LORELAI: Whoa.
RORY: Is there a Girl Scout convention in town and nobody told us?
LORELAI: A jamboree?
RORY: What?
LORELAI: A jamboree. Scouts have jamborees.
RORY: Boy Scouts have jamborees.
LORELAI: Girl Scouts can’t have jamborees? Why should only boys get jamborees? Girls can have jamborees if they want to have jamborees.
RORY: Sing it, Sister Anthony.
[The camera pulls away to reveal LUKE’S DINER bustling with half a dozen pre-teen girls and a dozen children of varying ages. LUKE is standing at a table, impatiently tapping his pen against the notepad in his hand.]
LUKE: No. I don’t have anything with tofu.
DAWN: What about sprouts? Or carob?
[DAWN has long blond hair. She is wearing a man’s dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, maroon cotton pants printed with tiny flowers and a braided hemp belt.]
LUKE: No.
DAWN: You know, you should really think about expanding your menu to include healthier selections. You’re not going to get any younger and you really ought to consider your cholesterol. Trans fat kills.
LUKE: This is a diner! I serve cheeseburgers in my diner! Maybe not everybody thinks that tofu is a delicious meat substitute. Did you ever think of that? Some people like going to a diner and ordering cheeseburgers because that’s what you do in a diner! You order cheeseburgers and pay for them so I can have the money to order more cheeseburgers to sell to other people so I have money to pay my bills every month. Which you wouldn’t know about because you are a child!
DAWN: But!
LUKE: No!
CLAUDIA: Can I have M&Ms in my pancakes?
[CLAUDIA is Asian-American. She is wearing purple leggings, a turquoise T-shirt with a hand painted pair of eyes with long black lashes on the front. Her earrings are big red lips and she’s braided silver ribbon though her black hair.]
LUKE: No! Look, when you’re ready to order off the menu, let me know.
[LUKE returns behind the counter. LORELAI and RORY follow him and LUKE pours them large cups of coffee.]
LORELAI: So what’s with the jamboree?
LUKE: Boy Scouts have jamborees.
RORY: Why are there so many kids in here?
LUKE: I don’t know. They’re just sitting around giggling about how they don’t want anchovies on their pizza and talking about how dibbly everything is. Dibbly’s not even a word! And now I have to go see if I can make a sprout burger with sweet potato fries! Ask the one in the visor, she seems to do most of the talking. Find out what they want and get them out of my diner.
[LORELAI and RORY turn around and face the chattering group of girls.]
LORELAI: Here for the jamboree?
RORY: You’re still on the jamboree?
LORELAI: How often do you get to say the word jamboree? Hey, maybe we can get Taylor to throw a jamboree in the square. That’d be fun, huh? Or maybe we could get a cat and name him Jamboree. We could dress him in a little Boy Scout uniform and feed him tuna fish and train him to come running when we call, “Here, Jamboree!”
RORY: Mom.
LORELAI: Okay. I’m done. What brings you into town, girls?
[At the head of the table, KRISTY stands. She is wearing a plain white turtleneck, jeans and a red visor.]
KRISTY: It all started one day when my stepfather, millionaire Watson Brewer, said he wanted to go antiquing in Stars Hollow. A lot of other Stoneybrook parents were interested in going too, but what about their kids? Then I had a great idea! I’m kind of known for them ever since I invented the Baby-Sitters Club. This was a job for the BSC!
LORELAI [to LUKE]: You weren’t kidding, she really does do most of the talking. If even I think you need to take a breath, maybe you need to slow down there, Seabiscuit.
KRISTY: While the parents are out shopping, we members of the Baby-Sitters Club would take the kids around town. Star’s Hollow is very historical and educational.
RORY: So you just offered to take a bunch of kids around a town you’ve never been to and the parents don’t even care? How old are you?
KRISTY: We’re thirteen and in eighth grade at Stoneybrook Middle School.
RORY: Parents let their kids wander around a strange town with only a bunch of thirteen-year-olds? Why would they do that?
KRISTY: Because we’re baby-sitters and we can handle anything! Don’t you baby-sit?
RORY: Me? Baby-sit? I can’t even keep a goldfish alive.
LORELAI: It’s true; she can’t.
RORY: Poor fish.
LORELAI: He was gone too soon.
KRISTY: But how old are you?
RORY: Sixteen.
[CLOSE-UP on STACEY. She has permed blond hair and is wearing purple eyeshadow, white pants with ‘I Love NY’ printed all over them and a black sweater with a silver squiggle pin. Her earrings are two red apples.]
STACEY: You’re sixteen? Do you know any boys?
CLAUDIA: Or parties with boys?
STACEY: Or any boys that want to have a party?
RORY: No! I’m not going to bring a bunch of thirteen-year-olds to a party with high school boys who they don’t know in a town they’ve never been to. That’s insane.
KRISTY: They’re just boy crazy. And Stacey’s diabetic.
STACEY: I am diabetic. That means my body can’t process sugar so I have to watch what I eat and give myself shots.
LORELAI: We know what diabetic means, hon.
STACEY: But don’t worry, you can’t catch it or anything.
LORELAI: We know. Do you always just announce that to people when you first meet them?
STACEY: Of course! Doesn’t everyone share information to make themselves easily identifiable as soon as possible?
MARY ANNE: I’m shy.
[MARY ANNE has short brown hair and is dressed in black tights, a blue and green plaid skirt with a blue sweater. Her earrings are miniatures of the Eiffel Tower.]
KRISTY: Are you sure you don’t want to baby-sit? I’ve been thinking there’s a lot of opportunity to expand the Baby-Sitters Club to new locations.
[CUT TO KIRK, Stars Hollow’s odd-job man. The plate in front of him is empty, he has been sitting there for some time.]
KIRK: You should really consider. I’m looking into a series of Baby-Sitters Club franchises.
LORELAI: Kirk? You’re going to be a baby-sitter?
KIRK: You sound surprised. Why do you sound surprised? I’m a highly respected dog-walker in this town. Kids can’t be much different and this way I don’t have to hit anyone with a rolled up newspaper.
LUKE: No one in their right mind would leave their kids with you, Kirk.
KIRK: I have references.
[KIRK rises and walks over to KRISTY.]
KIRK: Here’s my card. Nice visor, by the way.
[KIRK leaves the diner.]
KRISTY: Kirk: Dog walker, independent film maker, communications professional. Huh. Okay BSCers! Grab your charges and your Kid Kits! Time to explore historic Stars Hollow. And let’s try to get though a trip without having to solve a mystery about jewel thieves or a haunted painting or long lost loves for once, okay? Move out!
LUKE: But you didn’t order anything! You took up all my tables and you didn’t order anything!
KRISTY: That’s okay. We’re going to have ice cream at the place next door later.
[With much shouting back and forth and clattering of chairs, the Baby-Sitters Club and the children they’re watching leave. LUKE, LORELAI and RORY stare at the now empty diner.]
LORELAI: Remind me never to go to Stoneybrook.
RORY: It’s weird there.
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