What’s up with gals? The story of that word is the story of how it became wrong to be weak. Apparently, for some bizarre reason, a group of people decided that being feminine, or being considered feminine, was bad. It became an insult to call women gals, so we had to start calling them guys.

Women have the power of being nice to people even when they’re being dickheads. Why would we consider that weak? The attributes of femininity exist in both the male and female of the species, to varying degrees, mainly consisting in my mind of birthing and caring. Not that such behavior is determined by biology, the caring anyway, but it sure is affected.

I like gals, the word, and request in advance the understanding of any women when I use that word on them from now on. I mean it in the very best sense, and that’s pretty darn good.

Just watched The Secret Garden. The 1975 version and a stark raving masterpiece in my opinion. It’s a gal thing, though, awash in those supposedly weak feminine virtues like simplicity and childishness and beauty and tenderness and love. To me, it’s a wondrous hedge-maze into the human heart and a flowering of its soul.

This is the last line:

If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.

My New Year’s resolution this year will be to start calling women gals again.

Your ever-daring (if not suicidal),

LWIII