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gendered parenting

Gendered patenting is of course a reality. All parents do it no matter how subtle and they treat children with a combination of the expectation put on them along with perhaps their own unfulfilled aspirations.

Little girls are supposed to be respectful and ladylike and little boys independent, resourceful and masculine. At least, this was the world in which I grew up. My own feminine instincts were completely quashed to the point where I grew to reject and be disdainful of a nature I now completely embrace.

The two artificial silos of aggression versus compassion are not accurate and everyone has a combination of both but each sex had one of those suppressed so they could fit into a rigid structure.

Today we have thankfully reduced our appetite for the type of caustic masculinity and exaggerated femininity which enslaved a significant portion of our societies. By loosening the reins on children's enforced behavior we may hope one day to experience a world where everyone's natural affinities are given value and respect.

Now that would be something.

Both boys and girls possess many of the same qualities and our aim should be to allow the strengths inherent in each child to show through rather than hamstring them into artificial and forced models. The idea should not be to put everyone into the same bucket but rather to not stifle the freedom and choice of people to be who they are.


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"I can't wait to get home and take off my bra you know what I mean ladies?"

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