The day I Became a Woman

I have a wide variety of acquaintances who will read the subject line of my blog and be intrigued to read it. There's the vain new Mother who will want to confirm she was prettier than me after giving birth to my newborn baby. The name brand hoarder who will want to see if I picked the right pair of Christian Louboutins to start my collection. The black book Goddess who will want to read every juicy detail of the first time I did the dirty. The leader of the pack who will be anxious to see that I finally hit puberty and whether I was graced with my Grandma's bust! The geologist who wants to examine the size, cut, and type of rock a special love gave to me.

Unfortunately they will each be disappointed. Because today, I didn't give birth, buy shoes, have sex, hit puberty, or get engaged. I wish I had done two of the above, I won't clarify which in particular but I will say they both could cost you and involve an arch ;) No, today I picked up my very first computer. Not just any computer, but thee computer, the silver box, the one that makes you hungry for a special fruit, the one that makes you realize how overrated a mouse is when all you need is two fingertips, the one that converges your teenager e-mail account with your grown-up one, the one that makes you rethink your cell phone plan because you can call anyone with a computer for free, the one that makes life less complicated more clear and suddenly ten times more colorful.

There will be no daily trips to the public downtown library, dodging beggars who want money for drugs to put in the needles that coincidentally you have to dodge on the lawn. No more surviving through the middle aged man who chooses to sit next to you nearly every day because he can apparently read minds and knows how much you just love his incessant clicking that's either getting him to the next level in his mob wars game or a new record in the Guinness World Book for most mouse clicks per minute. No more checking my e-mail and watching a video of a hippo pooping from my bestest friend who thought it would make me laugh. Which led to my new friend, a little six year old african american boy who happened to be passing by at the same time I opened the video which led to about 30 minutes of finding other animals doing the same thing just so we could giggle!

Although the computers have been great to me and I got a free dollar every month to print 10 pages of whatever I wanted for the last two years, it's quite encouraging to be able to sit in my own chair, in my own room, and type a new blog post, or check on my sweet sister and nephew's latest happenings, or see homemade videos of huge moments in my friends lives and be able to tear up without someone staring. I can start making my own dreams come true. I have officially become a woman.