tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217416331517635858.post1946154031752456717..comments2014-09-26T06:43:53.044-07:00Comments on The Motherboard: Pretty In PinkCamillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15772559908972166020noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217416331517635858.post-64873408952550627972009-10-22T11:14:23.966-07:002009-10-22T11:14:23.966-07:00So, coming from a younger sister to an older broth...So, coming from a younger sister to an older brother who had to wear HIS hand-me-downs that lead to some serious Tom-boy years, I have to say that since the day I had control over what I wear, I've been dressing like a girly-girl to the max. It may be because I've been compensating for those years of wanting to grow from the ugly duckling to the swan, or it may be because I genuinely love fashion, but either way, no one can look at me today and guess what I wore as a wee one. I'm pretty sure it didn't scar me. I'm an empowered woman - or so I like to think, being successful in a male dominated profession - but I think that's because my mom is as well. It's all about the example you set - not what they're wearing - that will mold their minds. I can say, however, that every holiday when I was given a doll of some sort and my brother got some crazy functional toy that included mechanics and building skills I was stupid jealous and would wait for when he wasn't playing with it so I could get my fix. I still remember barterring with him at the young age of six: 'I'll bake you a cake in my Easy Bake Oven if you let me play with your Transformers while you're at tennis practice?" I think toys for girls and boys today are equally stimulating but I'd say, dress her up in as much pink, green, black, as you want, just make sure her toys aren't brain numbing - girls like things that explode and morph too!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217416331517635858.post-47113970029783044812009-10-02T14:11:19.229-07:002009-10-02T14:11:19.229-07:00I used to get that with Payton ALL the time! I hav...I used to get that with Payton ALL the time! I have NO idea why it bothered me so much! And the strange thing is Payton was CONSTANTLY getting mistaken for a boy when she was little (even when dressed entirely in PINK and swaddled in a PINK blanket people would say "Oh my goodness HE has such gorgeous eyes!")and she is now a complete Tom-Boy. In stark contradiction people would literally stop me on the street to comment on what a beautiful baby girl Tristan was - and she turned out to be a COMPLETE Princess!! (everything MUST be pink or purple)...go figure!Dangerous Curveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06996342093081698252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217416331517635858.post-82793653225670434292009-10-01T09:29:22.805-07:002009-10-01T09:29:22.805-07:00I've talked to numerous other "progressiv...I've talked to numerous other "progressive" moms who've had the same experience (mistaken gender) and can't seem to answer the question, "why do we care?". Does anyone out there have an answer to this silly question?CAMILLEhttp://themotherboardparentingblog.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217416331517635858.post-10111786485909814662009-09-29T12:12:45.253-07:002009-09-29T12:12:45.253-07:00My son was still getting called a girl at 8 years ...My son was still getting called a girl at 8 years old. Perhaps his desire to have long hair (or 'surfer' hair) was to blame? I simply told him that he might get mistaken for a girl and if that bothered or upset him, he could cut his hair. He learned to live with the mistaken identity. He is now 10, still dons the same hair style, but no longer gets mistaken for a girl.Crazy Dazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03440096291874302263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217416331517635858.post-70187321489751456982009-09-29T07:48:28.309-07:002009-09-29T07:48:28.309-07:00my baby boy was called "she" until we cu...my baby boy was called "she" until we cut his hair and stopped putting him in yellow. The problem is he actually loves a pink and purple blanket that wrecks all our efforts. oh well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com