It’s work becoming me

Part of me relishes the simplicity of

being a guy. Get up, shower, throw on some clothes. Done and done. It’s not sexy, it’s not fun, but damn it’s easy. I look like a slob most of the time, especially at work, but who cares? Right? And when I do dress up, it’s still quick and painless. Slacks, a dress shirt, and done. The difference is quite stark.


Stefani has found that it's a bit more work being her.  It's a nice, thoughtful post, worth reading.