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Convo about the color pink

Special K has loved pink and now purple clothing ever since she could point and therefore indicate her clothing preference. And yes she loves flowers and honestly the most femme clothing ever.

And she is pretty and gentle and sweet and loud and proud and brave and strong and very independent. I don't like the word feisty because it's generally only used for girls. Sometimes she gives hard hugs and sometimes she wrestles fiercely with her brother. I think a girl is not defined by the color or clothing she wears. I was afraid that wearing pink meant something confining but not to Special K. As Special K will tell you very adamantly "I'm not a princess!" I try to ask her what this means and I just get "I'm not!" I *think* it means that she is not a role in a fairy tale. She's her own person.

I also see nothing wrong with being good. I tell both kids to be good sometimes. IMO good boys and good girls are always valued. There are times and places for everyone to be quiet and soft and gentle. Like say in a restaurant or when going to bed. And other places to be loud and boisterous like in a playground.


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Jun. 26th, 2007 02:13 am (UTC)
I just got this e-mail from my sister today:

This is a fairy tale that all women should have been reading as little girls!

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating ecological issues
on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle. The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome prince,
until an evil witch cast a spell upon me. One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet, we can marry

and set up housekeeping in your castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.

That night, as the princess dined sumptuously on lightly sautéed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce, she chuckled and thought to herself:

I don't flipping think so!
Jun. 26th, 2007 05:28 pm (UTC)
It's funny and yet I find myself uncomfortable with the idea of eating a frog that was a human even a sexist human. Though I don't have a problem with eating frogs in general. Guess that makes me a humanist. :)
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