A friend chided me over drinks last night that my previous Beasties and Noo-noos post was the work of a big girl's blouse, a total jessie. This stung, and I wept with impotent rage into my Guinness. Despite a paralysing fear of pachyderms, the rest of me is all man, dammit.
I’ve decided to settle this with a scorecard, ledgering up man and mouse qualities, on a scale of 10 down to -10. 10 equals testosterone-crazed, hatchet-wielding Last of the Mohicans manliness, and -10 is equivalent to a lace-cuffed, Little Lord Fauntleroy weeping over a spilt blancmange.
|Total manly points: 59||Total mouse points: -74|
Sigh, so I'm a jessie by over 15 points. I'm off to read sensitive poetry in a puffy lace shirt.