Gender and sex and such are hot topics, and have been for the past …few thousand years. What -you haven’t heard of Pompeii? Ancient Greece? Today may not be as ‘woke’ and original as people assume, but defining male and female is not a popular place to go.
Yet, there are lines. An obviously major category-maker is one’s sex-defining parts. I can’t use a urinal, and my husband can’t grow a baby.
The differences do not remain within those parameters; but, as I said, these are not recommended waters for sailing. And yet, we all behave as if those differences are in place and are perfectly acceptable. Why?
Could it be that there are female traits? Male traits?
Girls are better students; they’re people-pleasers so they want to be good for their teacher. They’re able to sit still for a task and give it greater detail. They plan well, multi-task well, and improve their appearance well. Girls are good at communication and feelings -including hurting those feelings.
Boys are good at logic and focus; they get the job done and move on. Genetically stronger and hairier, they’re often suited for manual labor. In fact, their mechanically-inclined brains make manual labors easy to complete as well. They’re more physical and less emotional -including a desire to punch it out over talk it over.
But, but, but …exceptions!!
Yes, there are. Ever the square peg in the round hole, I chafe against being placed into any category I appear to be in. I’m sure others feel the same way. However, I wonder if any of them are, like me, living and behaving exactly as our sex is expected to.
Maybe the gray areas have always been, and the female/male attributes are simply a result of gray clusters.
Maybe women do talk more, cry more, and do that excited hand thing when they meet a friend.
Maybe men do talk less, cry less, and shift uncomfortably when their wives do that excited hand thing when they meet.
Why are we so afraid to say so? Do any of you feel the way I do, out in space and ashamed to step into place? What’s so bad about being a woman? What’s so bad about being a man?
Here’s what I wrote this week:
Wednesday, January 8: “My Other Half,” a post about my husband.
Thursday, January 9: Throwback to “C.S.I.,” a cliché within an enigma within a trope.
Saturday, January 11: Announced the 54th Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme is The Bleak Midwinter. PLEASE ENTER!
Sunday, January 12: “The Threshold of Their Lives,” in response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt.
Monday, January 13: An inspirational quote by Richard G. Scott.
Tuesday, January 14: “How to Have Kids When You’re Crazy” over at The Bipolar Collaborative Blog.
Also ish: a groggy poem, titled, “Poem?”
Wednesdayish, January 15: Today.
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