Art students are notorious for being relatively androgynous, or as we occasionally like to refer to it: "gender fucked". They tend to have that anorexic coke addict build, sport the same shaggy haircuts, wear similar indie thrift store finds. The addition of eyeliner and/or black nail polish can add to even greater confusion. It's rare that you'll be able to determine an art student as being female by her accessories; carting around their art supplies box and portfolio leads little room for frivolous things such as purses. Not only that, but if you so much as try to get a name you will either find that it is a unisex name or they've changed it to something to better reflect their artistic vision. "Excuse me, Raven Heart, may I bum a cigarette?" [[Sometimes though, they use names that most have not heard since they left Romania in 1847. ie Krizia, Beatrix, or Fiona. This aids in determining gender sometimes, unless they have chosen the name to be 'ironic' and their real name is Ben. -Ginge]]
If you live on or near a college campus (or even better, an art institute), and you find yourself restless with nothing to do, take full advantage of your location! Grab a few good friends, find a comfortable spot to sit, and wait...
Is it male? Is it female? Is it neither, or maybe both? Who knows! You can spend countless hours pondering the mystery of the so-called gender binary and attempting to determine if it was in fact Ziggy Stardust that just walked by. You may even wax nostalgic for the first time you ever saw the music video for "Mmmbop". Man, that Taylor Hanson was one hot chick. I wonder what she's up to these days?
Love and lost causes,
Izzy
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