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djean111's avatar

Thank you for this. When my grandson was very young, he he repeatedly lunged from the supermarket shopping cart trying to grab an Ariel figurine. Which distressed his dad. When he finally got his hands on one - he inspected it thoroughly and then started using it as a gun. Which made me laugh.

I am reading through all of this, not nearly finished, with a question in mind - and this may be something only for me - why do I find some women who rise to high places in politics and business so jarring that I cannot relate to them as women and also find that exhortations to vote for or support them because they are women so absolutely illogical and bizarre? For example, Hillary Clinton and Carly Fiorina. For me personally, they represent mindsets that are certainly not womanly, as described by your article. I worked in a huge corporation for a long time, and once attended a meeting meant to allay concerns about layoffs, and a woman actually explained to us that when times are tough, families buckle down, and that is what was happening. I said that families buckle down and allot resources with that in mind, they do not get rid of some of the children and plan to birth more when things are better. Although maybe that was true a very long time ago. Much food for thought. But again, I never found any shared femininity at all when it came to Hillary and Carly. Much less identified with them. They were more like men with their cutthroat approach towards life. Anomalies, I suppose.

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When I took our two sons to the toy store when they were very little - say 3 and less than 1 years old - and simply walked up and down the aisles, they persistently reached out to grab trucks and guns but their eyes glazed over in the doll aisle etc. If I tried to keep toy guns out of the house they turned their toast into guns or found sticks in the yard to use as guns or swords etc. At Christmas at their grandmothers they stomped over the dolls their cousins were playing with to get to the trucks under the tree. When our younger son was still in a crib and couldn't get to sleep at his grandmother's at Christmas, my sister in law (who had one son a few years older than our two sons, said to put his new plastic truck in the crib with him and - bingo - he was happy and went right to sleep holding onto it. I could go on but you get my drift.

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