So this post-rant started when my granddaughter turned up her nose, just a little, about wearing a firefighter costume for a YOU ARE LOVE photography session for FeeFiFoFun Costume Concierge. My granddaughter has been a fantastic muse and I was surprised by her response. We then had the talk about gender and careers and I’m sure, like Charlie Brown listening to his teacher, all she heard was blah blah blah.Visions of all things pink and pretty dance in her head.
I’m going to be 100% honest. Girl’s parents have never asked for an astronaut, police, pilot, knight or fireman, I mean firefighter, costume. Boy’s parents love our selection saying how hard it usually is to find “boys” costumes. These private comments are in direct contradiction to public pressure against gender stereotyping. In other words, we are not walking the talk.
I raised together a boy and a girl that were essentially twins. They were four months apart in age [yes, adopted and no, not biologically related]. I was fine when my son wore a unicorn horn with a tutu in Grade One or Batman and my daughter favoured pants, never wore pink, but had a whole purple rain thing going on.
I just wanted them to happy, healthy and live meaningful lives. That didn’t turn out so well and maybe I should have been more of a helicopter parent, but I digress.
Now I am raising our five year old granddaughter, I am shocked by number of campaigns, walks, twitter parties, balls, galas, fundraisers, even solicitation when I am trying to buy my damn booze, now being performed by every single living person on the planet. Not just about gender, but about every thing. The only campaign I am still down with is Girl Guide Cookies.
Seriously, run a list through your head. I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted by it and trying very hard to be polite and NOT play the game.
I used to feel sorry for today’s parents, but now I am one of them. Is the angst parents feel today about everything self-inflicted? Is it artificially supported by corporations or maybe, just maybe, a a huge political social experiment.
…. or maybe I am just old and waxing poetic about the good old days.
I watched my granddaughter through the camera lens and she was really engaged with saving her plushies, climbing the tree and rolling down the hill to break the stresses of being a model. She embodies the joy joy of kids engaged in play. Period.