Do you know what it means to be a Grrl Genius? In her hilarious how-to book, comic Cathryn Michon says that it's all about having a serious amount of self-confidence -- even when love comes to town. Not convinced? Check out this excerpt from The Grrl Genius Guide to Life now:
Sex has ruined me. I can almost pinpoint the very day that it ruined me. I'm not exactly sure why, but my mother recently sent me a bunch of old papers, including a copy of my sixth-grade diary. According to this diary, I was involved in some very interesting projects: I was composing a full-length opera about the unfairness of my parents. I was also in the midst of teaching my two cats the power of human speech, a project that I felt quite sure would win me the Nobel Prize.
Then, one day, my diary of opera lyrics and detailed scientific notes was interrupted by a fateful entry that took up an entire page but was only one sentence long.
"Eric Lindstrom is so cute."
That was the day sex ruined me. As estrogen began pumping through my veins, my eggs ripened, and my brain atrophied. I never finished the opera, my cats died without speaking a word of English, and I devoted years of my life to worshiping men, writing terrible poetry about them, dreaming of them, crying over them.
Sex does not ruin boys the way it can ruin Grrls. When boys become obsessed by sex, they try to achieve, to attract Grrls. Grrls know that boys don't care how smart or strong or successful you are, they care that you think they are strong and smart and successful. So Grrls start to act stupid, as many surveys have shown. Boys' balls drop and Grrl grades drop, almost overnight. Grrls also immediately become insecure about their looks.