omg... am i a grupster?

I detest stereotypes. I prefer to think of myself as a free spirited nonconformist. I work in an old school profession but like to add my own modern twist, complete with bucking the typical skirt and suit dress code and opting instead for perfectly distressed denim, a couple of precisely layered shirts, and when it's under 80 degrees, a carefully chosen jacket. I like to look pulled together but casual; trustworthy but fun; professional but approachable. Beckett's wardrobe is less about cutesy animated characters and more like scaled down versions of trendy guy clothes. Barney is a bad word in our house. I've put together an itunes playlist for the little dude. If he seems to have an affinity for a particular song I'll add it to the list. He seems to have a particular fondness for all things Eva Cassidy, Blackbird from the Beatles White Album, and the Gillian Welch & Allison Krauss version of I'll Fly Away. Overall he's not a rocker and prefers a more soulful sound, preferably in B flat. At least that's what he dances to. I kid you not. I sort of want a mini van yet even expressing that sentiment troubles me at my core. Now if there was a hybrid mini van we'd be in business. I'll eat crap but prefer that my son eats mostly organic whole foods with very little processing. I use disposable diapers but feel guilty about it. I will support the little dude in his pursuits, no matter how non conventional. If he wants to be a dancer or a makeup artist or anything else that doesn't seem to conform to gender norms I'll embrace it. If he turns out to be a bruiser of a football player that's cool too. Mathlete to Olympian, Ballerina to Drag Queen, I'm down with it. I won't know what to do if he's a Republican. I thought this made me odd. I thought I was somewhat alone in my quirky outlook on life and parenting. I was mistaken. I think I might be a grupster. As it turns out, I've conformed through my nonconformity. Gulp! Promise not to tell...