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[kittydesade]

The past participle of a strong verb ends in -en. (Except for getan.) Most strong verbs also ad the ge- prefix in the past participle. A lot of strong verbs change vowels. In short, strong verbs are strong enough to give you a problem.

Aylin und Songül sprechen über Mustafa. Ergänzen Sie die Sätze im Perfekt.

Warum hat Mustafa heute so lange geschlafen?
1. SONGÜL: Er hat heute nicht viel getan.
2. Er hat nur eine Pizza gemacht.
3. AYLIN: Was hat die Freunde von seinem Plan gehalten?
4. SONGÜL: Sie hat auch eine Pizza gemacht.
5. Dann hat sie die Pizzas zu den Nachbarn getragen.
6. AYLIN: Was hat die Nachbarn dann getan?
7. SONGÜL: Sie haben die Pizzas natürlich gegessen. Sie haben gut geschmecken.



I've come to a conclusion. I hate the words 'girly' and 'tomboy.'

Okay, no, I don't hate them, they're words. They're my trade, they're as useful as any other word and as powerful when we let them be, etc. But just now I checked my email and got an advertisement from Ebay asking me which I wanted to be?!?!! Girly or Tomboy?

Fuck you, Ebay. Fuck you and your gender stereotypes.

I'm a jeans and t-shirt girl. I like jeans because I look good in them, because I work around chemicals and wool and other things that get crap all over you and jeans are practical and durable and easy to launder. When I'm not working, I like to wear sweats and a t-shirt. If I have to go out among people, I might throw on a skirt or a skirt-with-pants-under, or even jeans and a blouse. If I have to work a show or something, I'll throw on jeans and a blouse. I like my jeans and I like my pants, they're functional, they work for me for everything except dancing, where I like to feel my skirt swishing around my legs. And that's my dressing habits in a nutshell. Dressing habits that mostly, except for formal or fancy occasions, do not involve dresses.

But that's me. And I happen to be a girl. Both biologically and mentally/emotionally, not that you needed to know that. Cisfemale. Comfortable with myself. It does not make me fucking girly. It does not make me fucking tomboy. It makes me me. And if you try to stick me in one of your little boxes, I will put on makeup and earrings and my rattyass jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt and punch the shit out of your box. The next salesperson to try and sell me something to make me look more feminine, more girly, or even more pretty when I haven't asked said salesperson what would look good with [insert my usual habits here] I will punch in the face. Okay, maybe not, but I will have many scathing remarks. Assault charges are not fun.

I wear scent. I wear earrings. I would put my hair up if I left myself time in the morning and/or knew how to do it, depending on the hairstyle. Partly because it makes me feel pretty, also because having my hair out of the way of my tape gun is a good thing. Sometimes I wear makeup even though I pretty much work in back all the time, not with customers. Why? Because I feel pretty. I like feeling pretty. Not beautiful, not gorgeous, not glamorous and not girly, just, pretty. It makes me feel good about myself. But you know what? I feel just as good about myself not wearing makeup, not wearing jeans, but clean and scrubbed and in comfortable sweatpants and a good-fitting t-shirt. Especially if it's yellow shorts and black socks and I can pretend I'm Silk Spectre. I choose my clothes because they function for the purpose I want them, which is any combination of a) to protect me from the elements/chemicals/plants/things, b) to accommodate society's notion that we not run around starkers, c) to feel good. If it's jeans and a t-shirt, a blouse and jeans, a skirt and a t-shirt, a skirt and jeans... wait. A skirt and a blouse. Sweats. Shorts and a sports bra. A bathing suit. A bathing suit and shorts. Scent and earrings and makeup or nothing whatsoever at all. Whatever. It's what I wear, it's a part of who I am, it's me. It is not girly. It is not tomboy. It is not feminine. It is not masculine. It is how I dress. Fuck you and your perpetuating gender stereotypes, and making us feel different for preferring outside your expectations. Fuck it right in the eye.

Ahem. No, this rant wasn't meant to be terribly thought out, so if you're looking to argue and maybe refute a well thought out argument, you've come to the wrong place. The email pissed me off, so now you all get to hear about it.

Okay, one last word on the subject of dressing habits and then I really study my German. I think, if I were to describe how I dress, apart from "well, jeans and t-shirts" I would describe it as I dress like a hippie. Or, I dress like a college student. When I was actually in college I dressed like a corporate secretary. More in terms of profession, occupation, or calling than in terms of gender. Hippies wear jeans or tie-dyed t-shirts (I have so many of them now you guys oh my god) or skirts or oversized jackets, things like that. And random decorations strung all over the place. That's pretty much how I dress. Also like how I did in college. So, I dress like a college student. The rest is just... filler.

Actually, describing how I dress is kind of filler too. Ah well.

And now I go make a friendship bracelet. Which I haven't done since I was ... like, sixteen. Hee.