Climb like a Girl

It's a good thing, not like throwing like a girl. PPM routes have put me more in touch with the girly climber in me. Maybe forced, no, coaxed into relying more on technique, balance and thinking, than is typically my style. I think I am learning to slow down. Maybe I need to learn that everyday...again.
Here is an article, from rockclimbergirl that discusses a much broader definition than the preceeding. I am embracing my girlyness, without any more apology. It's about time.
I especially like this part.

I also climb like a girl. I'm typically the coffee-brewer in my camp; I do have days -- fewer lately than when I first started out -- where I'm happy to belay all day without climbing because I just don't feel it, or I'm unusually afraid that particular day. I have, a few times, had to rely on my guy friends to retrieve lost gear when I got too sketched out to finish a lead. That's not necessarily girly -- that means I'm a beginner, still, even after three years, and I'm still learning -- but it sure feels girly in the moment when I have to ask for help. I wonder, a lot, since I climb a lot of the time with really strong guys, if everybody is as afraid as I usually am on lead and they just hide it better than I do.

P.S. thanks PPM you have made March more interesting, and March is hardly ever interesting.