I Checked and I'm a Girl

Because I was bored I decided to get my personal DNA report (look to the right).

Okay, I agreed with most of the descriptions of myself. The official ruling is that I am a "respectful architect". Okay. Nothing earth shattering ... until I scrolled down further and saw that I display an unusually high amount of masculine characteristics.

Masculine. Not characteristics like scratching and farting but more like being logical, analytical, practical and staying out of other people's business.

That didn't surprise me as much as the unusually low degree of feminine characteristics.

So, I had to stop and think about that. Okay, I prefer comfort to fashion, I'd rather ditch the flowers and candy and get right to the good stuff, I'm not very social and I prefer not to be surrounded by a bunch of cackling hens (no offense to all you hens), and I absolutely despise the telephone.

So does that make me a dude?

My best friend, who is a dude told me that the reason we are best friends is because of my masculine personality (read: drama free). But I have cute shoes and I know the value of having a really good bra and I'm a good cook, and I'm successfully raising two children. I also saw Sex and the City on opening weekend ... of course it was on Saturday morning at 10:00 a.m. but still. I faithfully go to the salon every six weeks for a facial. So, that makes me a chick, right?

Wait a minute ... do chicks use the word chick?