Amen to all of the above. I was forever called a "tomboy" as a kid because I loved climbing trees, riding bikes, playing with the boys...playing "house" was boring. But dude. I LOVE swishy skirts. I love looking sexy at parties. I haven't cut my hair in over 20 years, just trimmed. It's down to my waist. But I was on the track team and in the karate club.
My son likes to get his fingernails painted when his sister does. He pulled out her fingernail-art book she got for Christmas, looked through it, and asked me to put dots on his fingers once. He was letting his hair grow out so he could put it in a ponytail, but then we cut his hair (with his full agreement) so he could dress as Pugsley for Halloween. (The whole family did the Addams theme because Brianna wanted to be Wednesday...we even had Grandmama, just no Lurch or Fester.) He's (currently) decided to let it grow out again, which is why he right now looks like Shaggy. *grin* He'll be 4 this month, so he's allowed to be fickle.
I was a stay-at-home mom for nearly 10 years. And I demanded the right to BE a HOMEMAKER, not "just a mom." And now my husband is the stay-at-home dad. He, too, is a HOMEMAKER, because he really does make it a home for all of us. He's not "just" a dad. His masculinity is not defined by whether or not he's the one making the money in the household.
I admit that I generally buy blues, green, and browns for my son, and pinks, purples, and reds for my daughter, but that's because those are their favorite colours to wear, not because they're a boy and a girl. I also buy Brianna t-shirts with hearts and skulls, because that's my little Barbie/Wednesday cross. That's her style. It's a frilly kind of goth. :)
Heh, yeah, I'm the other way around. I've always been a coward, and most of my games consisted of me sitting around with various dolls/Playmobile figures/random objects and having them interact with each other. (In my pedagogic doll-less Montessori preschool, I'd do it with geometric shapes.) It wasn't playing house as such, most of the time - though there was the "exploited orphan taking care of her little siblings" game - more like huge soapoperas with plots ranging from mundane to outlandish.
But I only wore makeup daily for three or four days before tiring of it, and the moment I started buying my own clothes my wardrobe became mainly black and grey. Admittedly, I did wear other things than jeans up until I got a cat, and the relaxed hoodie style I've got now is a gradual thing; I just feel that I'm so short and light-voiced that if I wear "cute" things it gives a completely wrong impression of my personality. And I was never into the whole girl clique thing, once those formed; it seemed so pointless.
My son likes to get his fingernails painted when his sister does. He pulled out her fingernail-art book she got for Christmas, looked through it, and asked me to put dots on his fingers once. He was letting his hair grow out so he could put it in a ponytail, but then we cut his hair (with his full agreement) so he could dress as Pugsley for Halloween. (The whole family did the Addams theme because Brianna wanted to be Wednesday...we even had Grandmama, just no Lurch or Fester.) He's (currently) decided to let it grow out again, which is why he right now looks like Shaggy. *grin* He'll be 4 this month, so he's allowed to be fickle.
I was a stay-at-home mom for nearly 10 years. And I demanded the right to BE a HOMEMAKER, not "just a mom." And now my husband is the stay-at-home dad. He, too, is a HOMEMAKER, because he really does make it a home for all of us. He's not "just" a dad. His masculinity is not defined by whether or not he's the one making the money in the household.
I admit that I generally buy blues, green, and browns for my son, and pinks, purples, and reds for my daughter, but that's because those are their favorite colours to wear, not because they're a boy and a girl. I also buy Brianna t-shirts with hearts and skulls, because that's my little Barbie/Wednesday cross. That's her style. It's a frilly kind of goth. :)
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But I only wore makeup daily for three or four days before tiring of it, and the moment I started buying my own clothes my wardrobe became mainly black and grey. Admittedly, I did wear other things than jeans up until I got a cat, and the relaxed hoodie style I've got now is a gradual thing; I just feel that I'm so short and light-voiced that if I wear "cute" things it gives a completely wrong impression of my personality. And I was never into the whole girl clique thing, once those formed; it seemed so pointless.
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