“You be the baby, I be the mummy”, my son tells me for the seventeenth time today. It’s his favourite game. “You could be daddy”, I suggest. “No, I want to be mummy”. “Daddies look after babies too you know”, “no, mummies look after babies”. As a self-proclaimed feminist I feel I’m somewhat failing at…
Gender stereotypes
When My Son Wears A Skirt and Other Sexist Stories
My son is a car loving, hello kitty bike riding, tutu wearing, underwater swimming, rough and tumble caring boy who is as eclectic as he is lovely. When he was younger, although the sexist comments bothered me I was able to protect him from much of it. I made sure that the way I raised my son gave him…
10 Ways I’m Raising A Feminist Son
As a feminist I’m all about equality – equality for girls and boys; men and women. Here are some of the ways I’m raising a feminist son and passing on my feminist zeal. 1. Teaching consent. My son is a cuddly little thing, sometimes he asks first, but he often just dives right in and, let’s be honest, some…
Gender Stereotypes: Colour Coding Children
My son was barely a week old when I took him to a work gathering dressed in a cute little hungry caterpillar outfit (see photo). The guy I was chatting away to seemed to be slightly uncomfortable when he explained, ‘it’s difficult because you didn’t colour code the baby’. It took me a while to work out…