"And I mean that as a compliment," a male friend recently told me.
So I took it as a compliment.
He was talking about the Rosary book (which he's currently reading) and I took it to mean that I write in a voice that will appeal to men as well as to women. (I can assure you it does not mean that I'm Hemingway-esque. I've never written about a big river or a fish and I probably never will, unless the fish are named Dorothy and Evelyn and they are male Bettas that once belonged to Betsy and Anne-with-an-e. But that's a pet story and a story about death, and is probably feminine and somewhat Kafkaesque at that. But I digress.)
"You write like a teacher," added another friend, and I laughed and said, "I live like a teacher." Then I thought about just how often I probably sound like a teacher:
"Mom, what's for dinner?"
"Well, it's Tuesday. Can you draw any conclusions based on past Tuesdays? What do you think we're having for dinner?"
(Disclaimer: I don't really have a Tuesday menu ... I'm not that organized. So I don't think I've actually said this specific thing. It's just the type of thing I'd say ....)
So, I write like a man, and sound like a teacher.
But I still run like a girl.