{"id":243,"date":"2012-07-19T18:09:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-19T14:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ladyslittleloves.com\/2012\/07\/on-being-called-a-boy.html"},"modified":"2012-07-19T18:09:00","modified_gmt":"2012-07-19T14:09:00","slug":"on-being-called-a-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlady.com\/2012\/07\/on-being-called-a-boy.html","title":{"rendered":"On Being Called A Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"
As shown in\u00a0yesterday’s post<\/a>, I once had an absolutely awful haircut in the second grade.<\/p>\n The beautiful, springing curls bouncing above my shoulders that I had envisioned turned out to be short, stiff turds with a buzz up the back.\u00a0I think my face turned pale once my new style was revealed, though I didn’t cry as I didn’t want to hurt the hair stylist’s feelings.\u00a0<\/span>
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\nI just had to live… like this…<\/span><\/p>\n