Score? XX 1, XY 0!

Holy smokes it's blizzarding outside! Or, I guess, it's nor'eastering outside. Either way, the snow is blowing sideways outside my window and it's a little crazy. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but alas I am not. I think I will always be amazed at how much it snows up here. It's just unnatural.

But speaking of snow, let me get going on today's topic:

I have long lamented the fact that it would be difficult for me to write my name in the snow with pee. (Yes, I have friends who point out it is in fact possible, it would just involve an amazing amount of self-control and be really, really difficult. But possible, yes.) I've also long lamented the (related) fact that it's not an easy task for me to pee standing up. So I do have moments where I prove Freud right, and I have a little bit of penis envy, I suppose. (Sorry mom, I bet you're wincing right now.)

But I was reminded this past weekend why it's SO MUCH FUN to be a girl, and it is moments like these that make peeing my name in the snow seems insignificant. Here's the story:

My friend Sarah (who kindly gave me permission to use her name in this story) and my friend Brianna came over Friday night to eat yummy food and watch "Garden State." (Sidebar: if you haven't seen this movie, DO SO IMMEDIATELY. You can borrow it from me if you're in the Boston area and leave a nonessential organ at my house in exchange to make sure you return it. Also check out Zach Braff's - writer, director, star of the movie - blog on the website. Freakin' hysterical. End shameless unsolicited promo.) Afterwards we got to girl talk, as we are wont to do, and we began to discuss Sarah's potential romantic rendezvous approaching this upcoming weekend. She's headed to Minnesota (which is where she's from so it's not as sad as you might originally think...although I can't imagine leaving Boston mid-winter only to go someplace colder and snowier) to see a *boy* she's been in touch with via phone and email for several months now. They've developed a pretty tight relationship...added to the fact that their families know each other quite well so there's that added layer of trust there. She'll be staying at his house for a weekend, and although we're not sure where she'll be sleeping as yet, we do know this one fact (and all you ladies out there will back me up I'm sure):

Her pajamas are the most important articles of clothing she'll pack.

Even if she's sleeping on the couch, she's got a big crush on this guy, and she'll want to look cute at sleepy-time. So we spent over an hour online searching for cute pajamas and weighing all the options - cropped with a tank top might be really cute, but far too chilly for Minnesota. But if you add cute ankle socks and a zippered hoodie it could be functional and cute. There were pajamas that were pre-wrinkled as a style, and we discussed how that could be good for when she wakes up in the morning...she won't look dishevelled because they're supposed to be wrinkled. We even thought of the fact that if she bought the pj's from Victoria's Secret she could also buy matching underwear, which would be the ultimate in bedtime cuteness.

Now, the reality of things is this: he probably won't notice if her underwear matches her pj's (if he gets to see them at all). But she'll feel better knowing that they all match, and that she looks cute. It's one of the really cool things about being a girl...we're easily pleased by such things, and we relish in sharing this with each other because it's so silly. I once spent 45 minutes deciding which pajama outfit looked cutest to go to a boy's house to study. Just study, mind you, but I also liked this boy and wanted to look casually cute. No lie - 45 minutes in front of the mirror trying on very very casual clothes, saying things like, "Nope. Not cute enough."

I understand that all you men out there are just shaking your head as you hold it in your hands. But all you women are totally enjoying this. And THAT'S why I'm proud to have two X chromosomes, even if I can't easily pee my name in the snow. There's a feeling of solidarity in our silliness that is just comforting and carries with it a sense of joy in being a girl. It's also why so many women love "Sex and the City" - it makes you feel OK about being a girl and being silly about things like matching pajamas and underwear. Yes, we're neurotic. Yes, we're picky about silly things. And it's freakin' FANTASTIC.

And SO much fun.

music: a somewhat scary mix of "girl power" music from my Itunes stash...including: Just Like a Pill (Pink), Me and Bobby McGee (Janis Joplin), Proud Mary (Tina Turner), Last Thing (Diana Anaid), Since U Been Gone (Kelly Clarkson), Milkshake (Kelis), Lady (Lenny Kravitz - the lone man to make it on the list), and Girl from the Gutter (orig. by Kina, as performed by the USC Sirens). There was more on the list, but I typed too fast to get to it all.