i'm seriously sick of people classifying people according to their "gender" and calling it inherent. gender is based on sex but not determined by it. it is simply how you act out being your sex. it is all learned. leeeearned i tell you.
i've had this fight with my mom a million times. she claims she didn't do anything to steer my brother and myself to our genders. she claims my brother was just attracted to guns and "boy things" while i naturally was fascinated by nails and make-up. her proof is that she never allowed my brother ot play with toy guns. but how, i ask you, did he know to make random objects into guns without input? he did not pop out of the womb knowing what a gun was and how it is used well enough to turn a popsicle stick into a makeshift gun. children do not live in a bubble. we live in the world. i wasn't a stupid kid. i saw other people of my sex and tried to compy them. i saw the women in high heels and bright colors and tried desperately to like it because i was supposed to. i would stare at the barbies people would give me as gifts trying to figure out what the hell i was supposed to do with it. the truth is that pink makes me shudder. i shied away from anything "girly" even as a child. but according to mom it is inherent.
today...there are a bunch of birthday presents on the bed waiting to be wrapped for my nephew's birthday. his baby brother and female cousin are also getting presents to keep them occupied while the birthday boy gets his gifts. in the toy store my mom made a beeline for the "boy" toys and stuck her nose up at anything i picked out that she perceived as too feminine. she was going to get a care bear in blue but made faces when i suggested the leader of the pack, cheer bear, who is pink. insisting that cheer bear is a male bear did not help. colors do not have a gender! they are waves of light! waves of light do not have intercourse so they do not have sexual organs so they do not have a gender. she came home with a scary looking white and pink unicorn purse that has fur around all it's hooves and glitter for the girl. i was honestly frightened. not gendering, eh?
flip on a tv. on oprah today there was a show about a transgendered women- a woman trapped inside a man's body. after transitioning to her normal body, the changes she noticed was that people wanted to protect her but protection never crossed their minds when she was living as a man. flipping through soaps during the day, the concept of protecting the woman-folk comes up at least twice an episode. the women are always being kidnapped while their manly men are doing everything they can to get them back. god almighty i think i'll lose my lunch. when there is a baby and it is a boy they refer to it as "my son" and ideas about inheritance and carrying on the family name come up. when it is a girl they refer to it as "that little girl" and call her things like precious. again, it is all about protecting that little girl.
screw gender. i don't have a gender. if i were forced to pick a gender at knifepoint (well i'd kick the sucker in the face but let's pretend there was a situation i had to pick one) i'd choose to be a guy.
end of rant. if you stuck through the whole thing, i thank you.
i've had this fight with my mom a million times. she claims she didn't do anything to steer my brother and myself to our genders. she claims my brother was just attracted to guns and "boy things" while i naturally was fascinated by nails and make-up. her proof is that she never allowed my brother ot play with toy guns. but how, i ask you, did he know to make random objects into guns without input? he did not pop out of the womb knowing what a gun was and how it is used well enough to turn a popsicle stick into a makeshift gun. children do not live in a bubble. we live in the world. i wasn't a stupid kid. i saw other people of my sex and tried to compy them. i saw the women in high heels and bright colors and tried desperately to like it because i was supposed to. i would stare at the barbies people would give me as gifts trying to figure out what the hell i was supposed to do with it. the truth is that pink makes me shudder. i shied away from anything "girly" even as a child. but according to mom it is inherent.
today...there are a bunch of birthday presents on the bed waiting to be wrapped for my nephew's birthday. his baby brother and female cousin are also getting presents to keep them occupied while the birthday boy gets his gifts. in the toy store my mom made a beeline for the "boy" toys and stuck her nose up at anything i picked out that she perceived as too feminine. she was going to get a care bear in blue but made faces when i suggested the leader of the pack, cheer bear, who is pink. insisting that cheer bear is a male bear did not help. colors do not have a gender! they are waves of light! waves of light do not have intercourse so they do not have sexual organs so they do not have a gender. she came home with a scary looking white and pink unicorn purse that has fur around all it's hooves and glitter for the girl. i was honestly frightened. not gendering, eh?
flip on a tv. on oprah today there was a show about a transgendered women- a woman trapped inside a man's body. after transitioning to her normal body, the changes she noticed was that people wanted to protect her but protection never crossed their minds when she was living as a man. flipping through soaps during the day, the concept of protecting the woman-folk comes up at least twice an episode. the women are always being kidnapped while their manly men are doing everything they can to get them back. god almighty i think i'll lose my lunch. when there is a baby and it is a boy they refer to it as "my son" and ideas about inheritance and carrying on the family name come up. when it is a girl they refer to it as "that little girl" and call her things like precious. again, it is all about protecting that little girl.
screw gender. i don't have a gender. if i were forced to pick a gender at knifepoint (well i'd kick the sucker in the face but let's pretend there was a situation i had to pick one) i'd choose to be a guy.
end of rant. if you stuck through the whole thing, i thank you.