I wrote a really long piece and the site made me sign in again, and i lost it. If it posts, then this is redundent.
I will hit the high points.
They handed us a doll that did nothing. Expected us to hold that doll up and pretend it was having a conversation..with another doll. Everyone who thinks playing social interaction is fun, raise their hand. They handed us a doll that would do a lot of things. So we made it do those things. Perhaps took it apart to see how it did those things. Everyone that has popped the head off a doll to see how the eyes work, raise your hand.
Does that make us less of a girl?
Our brothers had trucks that did things. They had levers and switches, they made great tracks in mud. They flew off the ramps we made. Trains. Who doesnt know how fast a toy train can go before it goes off the tracks? Who doesnt know how steeply it can climb, how tight a curve it can take? (if you dont, go buy one, you will love it). My brother had a radio controlled plane!! The conversation was on what we were doing to make it do what we wanted it to do. Making mistakes was funny.
Did that make us boys?
Can you deal with being partronized? Do you even comprehend why people do that? What is your reaction to--"I can do that for you, honey"?
Does it make you swoon or does it feel cut off, insulted.
I wore dresses because we had to. I never thought about it as a choice or a problem. It was the times I grew up in. White gloves, hats, curtsy. I shed them in 10th grade as we all did when the dress code changed. They only changed it because our skirts were up to our butts by then.
I loved Girl Scouts. Camping, making things, cooking over a fire, trips to interesting places. I never got along, was picked on terribly and I never understood why, but I went back to camp, every year, because I was learning something more important, self reliance.
I raised daughters, they raised daughters. Some are girly, some are not.
But all of them can change a tire, use a power tool, paint a room. Men may come and go but the washer will always break.
My daughter was trying to teach her daughter how to use womanly wiles to get a boyfriend. My granddaughter looked at her like she was barfing snakes. I was so proud.
While I was writing the one that Im pretty sure did not post, my oldest daughter called to say Happy Father's Day. I was a single parent so I get both days. But it was funny timing.