Change myself for a man?!
God, who hasn't. Folks like to pretend their personalities and fashion sense have been locked in stone since birth, but I think we can all look at Madonna and agree that change....happens. From the black tee shirt and flannel I sported for my first boyfriend (garage-band type who now works at a newspaper taking photos and, sources say, still wears a flannel) to the annoying ae vowel (those of you in phonetics feel me here) that I picked up from the last boyfriend, it's all about adaptation, baby. Species wouldn't have got far without it.
