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I wanted a really clever name to sign my posts, you know, playing off my real name and a cereal character. It was going to be genius. I toyed with Tony. Spun a ditty with Snap. Lolligagged with Lucky. Nothing was working. I sought out my inner child, attempting to remember past favorites. And while my list of potentials got longer, I still wasn’t satisfied. For the life of me, I couldn’t conjure up any cereal lasses. Not that there’s anything keeping me from taking on a male personna–I’m all for crossing borders, blurring lines, being transgenderous. I love my boy cereal icons. I’ve always thought Cornelius (del Corn Flakes) was pretty badass. But what about us Cornelia’s? Are we to only be represented in the aisles and advertisements as Moms, the weight-obsessed, and Disney Princesses? That little girl on the Life boxes doesn’t count. I took my quandary straight to the source to do some field research, combed the aisles, and to my dismay, I was right. My store is fairly limited in selection, so to be as thorough and lazy as possible, I took it to the web. There’s a sprinkling of special lady guest appearances over the years–Powerpuff Girls, Granny Goodwitch, “Swinging Girl”–but each is ephemeral. My moniker is still TBD, but rediscovering fleeting characters of my youth (and my parents’) proved fairly entertaining nonetheless. Take a gander for yourselves.

PS: Dave Barry copied, no fair!

- Pebbles