Although I agree with Job, this video still made me cry. (Of course, EVERYTHING makes me cry right now.)
I’m increasingly impressed with my parents’ ability to raise me in such a way that I never once remember thinking about what was “for girls” and what was “for boys” (or, for that matter, what I was supposed to be like since I was a girl) until my peers started explicitly explaining that stuff to me in junior high.
And, for the record, I played with a wide mixture of things – GI Joe, Legos, Barbies, and She-Ra. Plus plain old wooden blocks and my Dad’s used typewriters. And plenty of imagination games that tended toward the epic fantasy genre. And that gender-neutral sort of play got me labeled as a “tomboy”. Which is, in retrospect, a message in and of itself.
