Have you got a problem with that word? Because I don’t. My geeky habits are ingrained in me. I played the brainy one in plays, I did well in maths and science at school and I love space just as much as I love lipstick.
Today I proudly wore my NASA t-shirt my dad got me when we visited the Space Shuttle, Enterprise, at the Intrepid Museum.
While it’s clearly not just meant for children, the rainbow behind the launching rocket makes it slightly more playful.
What do I care?
I don’t. But posting a photo proudly wearing it and stating my girl-geekdom-ness reminded me of the constant debates that we have between women today. Aren’t there enough things fighting against equality and sexuality than the need to worry if “girl” is too derogatory or indeed colloquially referring to a group as “guys” will offend someone?
I’d rather be part of a group have a great discussion to do great things, than referred to as a flightless bird*.
*Inside joke about referring to a group on a chat platform as “penguins”. It wasn’t amusing then either.