Other people decided to call me Princess. Princess Jeffica, in fact. I didn’t really mind, it was more funny than flattering anyway. 

I have to be honest, I don’t feel like a princess. I don’t look at myself in the mirror and wish for a tiara and a pink fluffy dress…okay, maybe I kinda want the pink fluffy dress…and the matching gloves. But if other people feel better calling me that, I can think of much worse things to be called.

So when it was brought to my attention that men aren’t princesses, because well…they’re men, I have to disagree.

The only thing that separates Princess and Prince is two esses. People decided the roles of men and women, people long ago. So why mess with it?

Well, people long ago also decided the earth was flat, we were the center of everything, slavery was a good idea, and women are unable to think clearly. Those were all soundly wrong.

But when it comes to men being called a feminine name, oh, well, that’s where we have to draw the line! Now I’m mess in with nature folks! Excuuuuuuuuse me! Didn’t know that some people could be so insecure.

What boggles my mind is we make new discoveries everyday. Every day. And we are still so dumb that we think everything we know is right. Until evidence is presented otherwise.

Well, allow me to be the bubble burster, I’m a mutha****in’ Princess, with a mutha****in’ double ess! In case you think I give a s**t about what kind of pigheaded bigotry is running through some broads mind about it, let me spell it out for ya, hun, Enn Ohh…NO!

With Love
Jeff “Your Princess”