The only thing that's ever made me wish I were a boy is seeing brothers together. Other than that, they're frogs, snails, and puppy dog tails. And while I may not be sugar, spice and everything nice, I wouldn't swap sexes for anything. Except to be a bro.
Now, I mean brother in a few different ways. First, I mean it the way black people use it, because I think it's more meaningful that way.* Second, I wish I could bro out the way boys at the gym do--from their matching pinnies to encouraging words (yeah bro, one more rep!). But mostly I wish I could be a boy when I see my dad and his brothers together, because that is a brother bond like none other.
I tried to write a post the other day about them, and by them I mean my dad, and three of my Uncles in particular--two of whom always compliment me on my excellent eyebrow shape and one of whom goes by either Ollie or Chuck, depending on the day. All enjoy competition and whiskey, not necessarily in that order but usually related. Napping, physical activity, and making fun of each other is also enjoyed by all. But I couldn't, and still can't really capture the intensity of their gatherings. It's something you have to see to believe.They are a whirlwind of inside jokes and loud voices regardless of time, place or how long it's been since they got together last. They revel simply in the companionship of one another--in an unspoken understanding of both blood and deep friendship.
I have sisters and a brother, and close friends of both genders, but there is something unique to a tried and true brotherhood. I wish I could put my finger on it--in my head it looks like boys racing and riding bikes and laughing at the bar and shooting hoops and driving around late at night. Like a combination of Stand by Me and American Graffiti and Zoolander, but with less models and more 1950s-influenced fashion. So what. It's my story of brotherhood, I'm going to make it as good as I want.
Believe me when I say I treasure my sisters, and my brother, and my closest friends. I wouldn't trade them for the world. But they are complicated relationships with complicated dynamics, as is the nature of the female mind. Which is good, because someone has to--and I think, all things told, we run our half pretty well. I think it would be worth the farm though to hang out with the bro being bros for a day or two. And then go back to being sugar and spice and all things nice, because that's the kind of thing that gets you discounts.