I have discovered that it really makes me feel weird when people talk about their children when their children are super assigned-gender conforming.
Especially when they’re like, “My daughter is just so into pink and frills and dresses, and my son is just all into monster trucks. Like, I want to be all advanced and gender neutral, but that’s just what happens!”
But the implication they leave hanging in the air isn’t “But that’s just how my kids are.” They imply that that’s just how all kids are. That pink and frills for girls and rough-n-tumble and action figures and cars for boys are just innate differences.
It makes me feel really awkward, because I was always a pretty massive tomboy and my reaction as a child to gendered advertising was to run so far in the opposite direction of things labeled “girl” that I only learned to stop hating pink in my 20s. My mid-20s. And I have also had to realize and work through a good deal of internalized misogyny that was pretty firmly aimed at more feminine than me women because of that. Because that isn’t the kind of woman I am. I can’t manage that level of feminine presentation. I skew fairly masculine and feel most on top of the world in a suit and tie. And I’ve reached a point where I’m comfortable with that. Most of the time. Until things happen that shake my confidence even just slightly when it comes to how I dress and how I carry myself and what I like.
It doesn’t feel good.