A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
I've heard that 3 "unruly" boys live downstairs from me. I've never met them, but I've heard interesting stories. Parties, putting alcohol in our (well, I guess it wasn't "ours" back then) fridge for the weekend and just being, well, college students--not that that's an excuse I ever give out easily. Anyway, when I was walking down the stairs to take out the trash this evening, I might have
glanced over just a little to see what was happening in their kitchen. Nothing much was going on. But, I did see Special K (the strawberry kind) on the counter. I don't know why I found this so amusing, but I did. I guess because Special K is for, well,
girls. At least that's what their advertising specialists tell us.
As much as people might like to deny it, there are definitely
girl foods and
boy foods. Sour cream: boy food. Cheesecake yogurt: girl food. Steak sandwiches: boy food. Pita pockets: girl food. Beer: boy drink. Cosmopolitan: girl drink. And, last, but not least. Wheaties: boy food. Special K
with strawberries: girl food.
Maybe that's all a little much. I don't think that I actually picked very good girl vs boy food examples. But, I won't back down with the Special K thing. The ads are all about losing weight, sensible diets, dress sizes.
Girl things. Or, at least that's what we're told.