Either way, this is what I was referring to.
Posted on 12/12/2012 6:58:52 PM PST by Olog-hai
Four-year-old Gavyn Boscio loves to cook and asked for an Easy-Bake Oven for Christmas. But when his big sister went to buy one, she discovered to her disappointment that it comes only in girly pink and purple, with girls—and only girls—on the box and in the commercials.
So the eighth-grader from Garfield, N.J., started an online petition asking Pawtucket, R.I.-based Hasbro to make the toy ovens in gender-neutral colors and feature boys on the package.
By Friday, 13-year-old McKenna Pope’s petition had garnered more than 30,000 signatures in a little more than a week.
And celebrity chef Bobby Flay, who owned an Easy-Bake Oven as a boy, is among those weighing in on her side. …
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How about a great big shiny outdoor grill with side burners? That’ll teach the boys early.
Pudding made with pig blood? Ugh.
Huh? Was this comment meant for me or someone else?
So men live with women for their cooking?
“I learned how to cook a full Irish breakfast before I was six years old after all . . .”
how hard can it be to pour whisky from a bottle :~)
“So men live with women for their cooking?”
Among other things; when you’re both old and wrinkly, you’ll hope she can cook!
Ever shopped for appliances in Lowe’s or similar stores?
Every stove, washer, dryer, fridge, and microwave is in a gender neutral color.
I learned to cook in the Boy Scouts. It served me well over the years. I understand that Cooking merit badge is being returned to the Eagle Required list and I applaud that decision.
My sons’ Scout Troop has cooking contests on campouts every month. Dessert, main course and breakfast are the categories.
The Scouts really get into exotic foods and sometimes it tastes good.
Those are the real thing versus toys. And the phrase “gender neutral” is never uttered with respect to those. Given the very existence of the phrase “gender neutral” and its current political usage, one would think that stories like this really should not hit the media, but notice the emphasis of the story.
When I was a little girl, among the items I wanted for Christmas over the years but never got were a chemistry set, a microscope, a telescope and an erector set. And I loved playing with my big brother’s Lionel trains and helped him put together models for the train layout. I probably would have had great fun with a Red Ryder BB gun. I wasn’t a tom boy in any sense but I did like science and building stuff.
I did get an Easy Bake oven when I was in the 2nd grade, I recall it was yellow, not pink and the cake mixes that came with it were awful. I wasn’t long after that my mom got me a Betty Crocker cookbook for kids and I started using the real oven. My brother BTW is an excellent cook and baker.
Minus the beans, that is the traditional Irish breakfast that was served at every B&B my wife and I stayed at when we visited Ireland a few years ago. I neglected the black pudding (blood sausage) and mushrooms. My wife grew up in England, but even she abstained from the pudding. However, like a true denizen of the British Isles, she does like her beans on toast. Just not for breakfast.
Taught my kids to cook very young also, had them in the kitchen with me. When they were 9 & 7, I was babysitting some kiddos.At supper time, my kids & I went into the kitchen and started supper. I think I was making burritos that night, so my son chopped an onion. The oldest girl of this bunch, probably older than my son, immediately told her mom I allowed my son to use a knife and the mom went berserk. While the story ends more with the insanity of the mother, it entertained me that they were not allowed in the kitchen because it is dangerous. Just like anything, of course it is dangerous if you are not educated in proper use.
Thank you. I like to try new foods, but that one, I’m not so sure about.
Blood anything just doesn’t appeal to me.
I am with you on the toys I wanted, but I never got them. I think I wore out my brothers’ Lincoln Logs, trucks and such. I don’t recall having access to Legos, but if I had, oh my.
Oh, they made the neatest big trucks with working trailer attachments and wheels, all metal. I hauled more kittens around than I care to admit. Shove them in the trailer and haul them across the yard.
When I was in highschool, we had a calf die. My mom had me “autopsy” it for her to show her the organs. She had never had that kind of opportunity.
The boys in 4-H learn to cook, too. Just as many boys enter the cooking contests as the girls. One kid always got blue ribbons in baked goods. I held a chili cook off one year and a boy won that. I doubt any of them had a toy oven.
Go ladies!!!
I vaguely recall having a baby doll when I was very young but not playing with it all that much after the age of 4, it bored me as I recall. One Christmas I did get a Malibu Barbie with a few outfits but no Malibu Beach House like my best friend got so I made my own. I got two sturdy card board boxes and built my own two-story Barbie Dream house. My dad gave me a bunch of carpet and linoleum tile samples to play with, I “borrowed” one of his exacto knives that I used to cut the carpet and tile to fit and to cut out doors and windows and some carpenter’s glue, I used construction paper and crayons to fashion wall paper, used all sorts of things including pieces of scrap lumber to make furniture and used crayons and construction paper make brick and shutters for the exterior. I also made some Barbie clothes out of scrap material. And I had a lot of fun doing that, a lot more fun than actually playing with the Barbie.
But I was probably a weird kid. I was the kid who at about 13-14 years old, after donating my old toys and cleaning out my closet, decided to re-do and rearrange my bedroom to make my bedroom “more grown up”. But instead of just moving stuff around, I used a carpenter’s measuring tape and measured the dimensions of my room including the placement of the door and windows and electrical outlets, measured my furniture and then got some of my dad’s graph paper. I converted the measurements I took to scale to fit the graph paper grid using a scale ruler, drew a scale “blue print” of my room on the graph paper and cut out my furniture dimensions to scale on construction paper; all so I could try out different arrangements first before moving anything. I even drew a few interior elevations and colored them with colored pencils to see what paint color and new curtains and bedspread colors I wanted. This kept me busy for several days and actually worked out really well. My mother was more convinced than ever that I was just plain weird. My dad however was quite impressed : )
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