the problem of stereotypes.

I was given a Dr. Who yearbook by a fellow appreciator today, and I was THRILLED.
Like, Stupid Thrilled.
Discussing this addiction, which has gotten worse of late, we agreed that if i were male, it would be assumed, given the fervor of my dedication, that I am a chronic masturbator who lives in my mother's basement, plays atari, and never showers.

I would like to say for the record that I showered this morning and haven't played atari in years.

And I have breasts.