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You Guys

Amy Holman

3rd grade, I campaigned for the red white and blue
Keds boy's sneakers so cool for girls to wear, and finally got them
with their stripes and stars on either side, and this was before
the bicentennial. Then in 6th grade, my favorite outfit
was a brown plaid pair of pants, velour top, and Wallabees,
the sandy unisex shoe with bumpy cloudy rubber soles and sutured
stitches we were assured was not the pelt of dwarf kangaroo.
In 11th grade in my all girls school, while Miss Moulding
was eradicating the words upset and nice from how we felt about everything
and plus, teaching us the upsetting literature, MacBeth and A Tale of Two Cities,
we all said “you guys!” when our friends weren't being nice, and
“hey, you guys” when we arrived, and none of us strived for anything more
than choice. Now I want distinction, since I can buy cool women's sneakers.
Also too, I want the guys to strive to be like us, more than
metrosexuals do, more than men razzing their buds with “you ladies”.
I want us to be the expression for everyone.

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