So, I wasn't a proper girl? I've never been a giggler. Hate shopping, unless its for books. As a child I only wore dresses when required to for special occassions. No disney princesses. My barbies were pushed off cliffs then nursed back to health with nutella. Closest I came to tea parties was making mud pies. Much prefererred running around outside and exploring.
Are there really women who spent their entire childhood having tea parties, shopping for pretty dresses, and learning how to paint their nails? I thought it was a myth.
It infuriates me that strangers comment differently on DD (21 months) based on her clothes. If she's in a dress walking near the pram she's 'such a good girl helping mum do the shopping'. In jeans and her favourite dinosaur top she's 'spirited' 'adventurous' 'full of energy.' If she bolts away down the street wearing 'boys' clothes she gets indulgent smiles; dressed as a girl its all frowns and disapproval at how 'wild' she is.
People are delighted by her obsession with flowers, books, and kissing all her teddies, but don't want to know about her love of sticks, rocks, trucks, balls, dinosaurs and trains. Why do people feel the need to put children in boxes?