So, a Barbie doll beat me down.
As surely as if my daughter had grabbed Babs by her spindly little legs and whacked me over the head – I am beaten.
Today, I desperately want to stand with Greens Senator Larissa Waters, as she is roundly ridiculed in the tabloid press for daring to suggest that we stopped choosing our kids’ toys based purely on their gender
I would love to go along to one of her and Play Unlimited’s ‘No Gender December’ playdates, where my kids can play with fair-trade toys that are neither pink nor blue.
But I would be a traitor. I would be a fraud.
Because my little girl loves pink, and tutus and princesses. And my little boy loves dinosaurs and trains.
And that, my friends, is the cold hard truth.
It wasn’t meant to be this way.
I didn’t find out the sexes of either of my children before they were born, in part because I didn’t want to start gender stereotyping them before they even really existed. You know, “Is he kicking? Oh, you’ve got a little soccer player in there….” and so on.
There were no pink and blue baby clothes, only shelves filled with tiny piles of bright reds and greens and earthy neutrals.