I Am Not “Brassy”
Please stop referring to me as “brassy.” Yes, I admit that I have an outgoing personality, and yeah, I can be a bit loud. But, the word “brassy” is for ladies. Specifically older ladies in wrap sweaters and chunky jewelry. I am not that.
I am a young man, dammit! I demand proper adjectives. Ballsy, boorish, loudmouthed—all perfectly fine. But brassy? What, just because a dude can belt out a showstopper, suddenly he’s “brassy?” So I remind people of a young Bette Midler, so what?
I’m expressive. If that makes me brassy, then I guess I am brassy. Shoot, no wait! Forget what I just said. I am not, I repeat, I am not brassy.
Also, I don’t like everyone referring to me as a “fella.” That one’s more acceptable, but it’s still somehow unmanly. Especially when used in the phrase, “My, aren’t you a brassy little fella!” Everyone, please stop saying that all the time.
Don’t make me become a diva about this.
