If you take the generic meaning of the word cool it will probably be agreed that I am not it (Thankyou for your support Princess Lex!) I remember reading an article by Dolly Parton once (uh…yeah I think my point is well proven!) about how you could choose to be cool or be camp. She chose camp with abandon and I think I deeply respect her for it. Maybe I chose to somehow back out of camp when I decided that my boobs were quite big enough without implants, did that choice mean I was backing out of who I am? I suppose that sounds a little odd, my happiness with my body meant denial in some sense of my soul.
My soul is inherantly camp, it has definate cheese running through it, I love pop music, I love Eurovision, I can quote Buffy unto death and I even liked the movie. I have occaisionally remarked I’d make a great gay man (Princess Lex agreed earlier tonight). As a bisexual woman I am definately lacking that ice-princess detachment that leads into cool. I must embrace my camp!
[I won the prize for best air-guitar at Guides tonight]