Bruised

Since I had boys, I dealt with gender issues from that end. (I still remember my youngest drawing a family picture that included me wearing high heels, a dress and a frilly apron, carrying a tray of cookies. Dad was wearing a tool belt. I pointed to the hammer and said to my child, “Honey, when have you ever seen Daddy use one of these?”)

Educating boys about gender expectations was exhausting enough; I can only imagine how hard it is to try to educate a daughter against the subtle gender messaging all around us. I swear, if I see the ad for the Disney “Princess Charm School” DVD one more time, I’ll kick in the TV. Fuck you, Disney.