And since I noticed people have been talking about My Little Ponies lately, let me just tell you that I had a whole trashcan (yes, it was a trash can, but it was plastic and it was yellow, so not really) full of those things. I even had the blue boy pony. I remember watching and being repeatedly traumatized by the movie (I say traumatized, because I was very young at the time and I found the slimy stuff and the villains [whose names I can't recall] to be horribly, horribly frightening). I was really into ponies and horses when I was like 6 and 7. Unicorns, especially. Unicorns rocked my world.

I mean, I was the girliest girl on the planet when I was a little kid. I wore pink, frilly dresses. My wall was painted pink with rainbow wallpaper. I loved picking flowers and putting them in my hair. Bows, jewelry (especially rings), mom's makeup: all over it. I had a box of all kinds of bows. You just did not get any more stereotypically female than me. I still don't quite know how I evolved into the un-feminine, pink loathing freak I am today (though I still wear mostly dresses and skirts. They are breezy), but good lord. I was a scary kid.