The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
I suppose if I had engaged in small talk, which I despise, I would have been considered a lady. And had I stroked the jocks, which I could not bring myself to do, I would not have been considered a tom-boy. Don’t get me wrong. I could viciously lash out at someone if I had to.
Additionally I practiced my demeaning glare in the mirror until it had reached perfection. However, I only used those two skills in extreme emergencies.