I’ve been on a mission this morning, gathering essentials for Being Crafty. I’m not actually very crafty (everything ends up being held together by glue and staples), but I do get a little excited by costume parties. She of the Awesome Bosom and The Grinning Man are having a Mad Hatter’s Party, so I’m making headpieces for myself and K.
I’ve spent several days searching for a plastic tea set. It’s a pity I wasn’t looking for toy vacuum cleaners, ovens, blenders and fucking washing up sets, because they were everywhere. In pink. In the girls’ toy section, away from the toy trucks, hammers, and plastic iPhones that little boys are supposed to play with.
If I had a daughter and someone gave her a toy washing up set, I’d beat them around the head with it. And then make them set fire to it so they understand how much I think of them gender stereotyping my child.
I don’t normally use the word ‘patriarchy’ because I think it causes half of your audience to switch off to what may be a really valid point, but my goodness, it certainly benefits men when young girls are taught that cleaning is their responsibility.