Ugly betty

Today, I was mistaken for a girl. It's not the first time for that to happen; the previous occasion must have been more than 15 years ago when I had hair that went down my back. Think Soundgarden, Redd Kross, the Chili Peppers, and even Eric Nakamura. Yeah, back then. I'm pretty sure it was at a supermarket check stand in Los Feliz.


I'm not offended by being thought of as a woman. Females can be awesome, smart, and talented people. Some of my best friends have breasts. But all I could think was that the person who called me "she" must have deemed me a really ugly chick. At least that was my impression when I arrived at the office and looked in a mirror.

It's a weird feeling. The closest experience I can compare it to is when I accompanied my friend to a gay bar when she was researching a newspaper article. At first, I was slightly freaked out about getting scooped. By the end of the evening, I felt somewhat rejected because none of the dudes paid attention to me.

Time for a haircut--and maybe some Korean man makeup.