Gender: confusing and probably over-rated

by little red pen

Situation: A conversation with the Rabbit

Location: Fireside

Context: After watching The Muppets

 

Me: So, are you a man or a muppet?

Rabbit: (pause for thought) A muppet.

Tom/Daddy: What about me?

Rabbit: You’re a man.

Me: What about me, then?

Rabbit: (longer pause for thought) You’re a woppet.

 

Which reminds me of the time I was wandering the streets of Foxton, heavily pregnant, mid-30ish, tired, cold, and unsure of my place in the world. I passed a kid in his late teens, braced for his critical gaze.

“Hey, poppet,” he said. “How’s things?”