Gender: confusing and probably over-rated
by little red pen
Situation: A conversation with the Rabbit
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?”