"The pink snail is a girl, Mommy."
"Oh?" [Interested, not judging.] "How can you tell?"
"What?" [He didn't quite understand my question.]
"How do you know it's a girl? How can you tell?"
"Because she's pink."
"Oh. A boy can't be pink?"
[Thinks hard for a moment.] "No. Orange and Blue and Green and Yellow and Red are boys. But Pink is a girl."
3 comments:
Isn't it crazy how early we're programmed by society to think these things? Even when they're not coming from the home, these notions find their way in.
We were staunchly anti-gun toys or movies for Julian when he was younger, which was really hard to do because they're freaking EVERYWHERE. And he would go to the park and shoot "bad guys" with guns he made from sticks. Or build guns from Legos at home.
I don't know how it gets in, but man, that shit is sneaky.
The joys of sending your toddler to school.
When adults tell me that, I always point out that pink was the color more traditionally associated with boys until the 1920s and blue was more closely associated with girls. Blue being the color of the Virgin Mary and pink being a shade of red, which is the color of blood, war, the British Army etc. That tends to shut them up for a while.
Oh boy indeed.
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