Woah... I was going to post something similar for a thread on Fwr this afternoon.
My question was: how do you junk your gender programming?
Embarrassingly, it's taken me until my early 40s to realise my gender programming has pretty much screwed up my life. It's kept me stuck, unable to move forward with what I really want to do.
I made the decision last night to refer to the gender programming in my life as "Beryl."
I have this idea that if I label the behaviours as an alien persona, I can somehow divorce them from myself.
For me, Beryl is most obvious when it comes to priorities: the housework being placed above developing my own skills and knowledge, for example. She pretty much drives all the practical "shoulds" in my life.
I hate her and want to destroy her.
Yes, it's that bad. I think she's influenced a frightening number of decisions in my life, which, of course, meant I ended up with Beryl's life, rather than mine, which just entrenched her more.
Unpicking it and eradicating her influence is going to be hard going. So much of it is just automatic. It's not so much kindness with me as this odd sense of my role to be a supporting character in other people's lives.
Have you heard that "cheer leader" song that's popular at the moment? That just exemplifies the whole fucking problem: females as 24/7 personal assistants to lily livered males.