YANBU. It was dopily misogynistic. Surely, even for a dreadful film about CGI dinosaurs ripping one another's throats out, the 'icy control freak with poker-straight hair symbolising her Inner Self and who just needs the love of a good man, a jolly roll on the jungle floor, and lots of babies' trope is a bit worn out?
And since when has not knowing the ages of your nephews and nieces made you weird? Like Claire, I live in a different country to my nephews and nieces, and if I don't see them for a year or two at a time when they're growing fast, I couldn't pick them out of a police line up. And I'm married with a child (and a career)...
Though I'd be more alarmed by the whiff of 1950s misogyny if the film was better made. It was crammed with inconsistencies, characters who had no function, and weird loose ends.
Why introduce a chilly, uninterested British PA to babysit the boys, remove her from the storyline immediately, but then give her a cruelly protracted and sadistic death near the end?
Why introduce a sort of Asian Millionaire Willy Wonka as the park's owner-visionary and comically inept but ambitious heli pilot, and just kill him midway?
Why make the T Rex Claire loosed on the genetically modified killer dinosaur look virtually identical to said dinosaur, so you can't tell them apart in the final fight?