I have a hard time buying clothes because I am built like my dad--narrow and long in the ribcage but proportionally broad across the shoulders.

He bought me a t-shirt for Christmas and I put it on for bed just a few minutes ago. I was surprised at how well it fits me! The shoulder seams come right to the edge of my shoulders but it still fits against my sides without being too big, and it hits my hips so that no belly hangs out.

I was very excited, and immediately reached back to grab the tag, thinking that I need to buy about fifteen more in the same brand and size because this T-shirt is AWESOME.

Yeah. It's a mens' t-shirt.

I called him and he laughed at me. In a bizarre and hilarious twist of fate, today he received something womanly. Not a t-shirt, but in the form of a pap smear result which was sent to his house and billed to his insurance instead of mine, because the idiot desk girls at a certain small family practice office in Oberlin can't seem to change my fucking insurance information or address, even though I have physically reached into my own file and changed it FOR them on more than one occasion. And despite the fact that I haven't lived there in awhile, and that I have been over 18 for at LEAST a year (several times over, in fact, as I am going to celebrate another 19th birthday in a few months.)

I just emailed the office and reminded them that sending my father gynecological information despite my providing them with my own PERSONAL health insurance and address is sort of a HIPAA violation, and that they might want to correct it as soon as possible.

I mean, for crying out loud. Do I need to go smack someone upside their head?