Gender is funny and so are small children
Twice recently at work I’ve had a talkative little kid (like 3 or maybe less) come up to me, make conversation, then ask me if I’m a boy. The feminine voice but masculine-androgynous appearance that I sport at work oftentimes confuses little kids and elderly people at first. It’s cool. As a super chill person who thinks of gender as fluid and up to the individual, I don’t hate it in the slightest. ^_^
One little girl said “you sound like a girl!”
Me: “Do I? Well that’s because I am a girl.”
Her: “Oh, okay! Can I write on the chalkboard?”
And the little guy today: “Are you a boy?”
Mother: “Of course she’s not a boy, Isaiah!” *shakes head*
Me: “Hey, it’s all good!”
Isaiah: “I like you!”
I just love how simple and unimportant things like gender are to them. Like “you look like my idea of what a boy looks like. But you’re not? Okay that’s fine! Let’s be friends!” It’s so cool. They don’t discriminate. They’re open and accepting and hopefully encounters like these will teach them to continue being open-minded to others as they get older, too.
Are we really living in 2013? The Lego ads from the 1980s seem more modern to me.
If you want to find out more about the advent of Lego’s sexist advertising, I’d suggest this video by Feminist Frequency.
What really grinds my gears
Too often, people look at women and automatically associate being skinny with being weak, being bigger with being lazy, and everything in between is totally overlooked. Women can be strong, too!!
The next person that makes a snarky comment about my size in an assumption of my strength is getting a roundhouse kick to the face.
I wish you could too. =[ Actually I’ve always wanted a nighttime skating buddy because where I live here at home is kinda sketchy at times,
to the point where I’ve almost gotten into a couple fights especially at nights. I mean, my martial arts training can take care of most situations BUT STILL.
In fact, (story time!) just tonight I was losing my balance going downhill so I jumped off and picked up the board and started walking and I didn’t see this group of four guys on one of the street corners and they started laughing and one said “hey boy! I’ll buy your board from you! For five dollars!” and so I stupidly said “no thanks, it costed more than that so I don’t think that’s a very good deal!” So they all started muttering among themselves and started heading my way so I turned and walked away haughtily and then I hear one of them say “oh shit, it’s a female!” and eventually they turned away.
MORALS OF THE STORY: I need a nighttime skateboarding buddy. And I need to perfect my boy swagger. I still walk like a girl…
Had another teachable moment today…
I was picking up my brother and sister from their dad’s house. My 12 year old brother, Dalton, has a pair of Christmas socks that he really loves. They’re red with a black santa belt pattern across them. On the way home, he told me his dad didn’t like his socks.
Dalton: “Dad said my socks were for gay boys.”
Me: “What? Why would he say that?”
Dalton: “I don’t know. But it made me feel bad. I liked those socks.”
Me: “So now you don’t like them just because of something stupid your dad said?”
Dalton: “I’m not a gay boy.”
Me: “I know you’re not. But even if you were, why would it matter? It doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a boy or gay or straight. Your socks are rad, and if you like them, you wear them.”
Then I ranted for a while, trying to explain the whole gender binary thing to him and why it’s so stupid… he seemed to agree but I think I was kinda losing him near the end. Ah well.
He’s wearing his socks again. =]
Today my mom asked me to peel potatoes for soup she was making.
Me (totally jokingly): “What is this? Wretch, that be women’s work!”
Her: “…..you ARE a woman.”
Me: “I refuse to conform to the gender binary!!!”
Her: “Then go be the man of the house and take the trash out.”
Mom: 1 Tara: 0
Tonight I watched Hedwig and the Angry Inch for the very first time. Yeah I know, took me long enough. It was so strange and sort of difficult to follow, and yet its message was amazing. It was about identity- something I have always struggled with, and continue to struggle with now. I just had a rant a few days ago about gender roles and identities, and watching Hedwig made me feel much better about everything- the timing of my watching was ironic! The character of Hedwig went through so much hell just to find him/herself- I could go on, but refuse to give away any spoilers just in case! Regardless, I definitely recommend it; such a fascinating work.