I’m wondering if there is a pattern emerging where some of us had a lot of brothers or cousins or neighborhood friends who were boys and their zest for life marked those of us who were girls. It’s not that I didn’t want to be a girl, but guys were always up for adventures and that was always fun. We used to pretend we (my younger siblings and I) were Lewis and Clark and we’d follow a creek, picking up crawdads and identifying flora, and just getting wet and muddy. Summers were a blast. I still have a remnant of that girl in me.
I love being a woman although puberty was a pain. I think puberty is hard on both sexes and these young kids are being pushed into believing that their feelings of embarrassment or clumsiness, or whatever they are feeling means they aren’t supposed to be a boy or a girl and the perverts on this planet (and Satan) use that to push them into declaring something that cannot happen. Just my two cents.
Well put. Notice, so many of us women are saying the same thing. We didn't want to be boys, but we enjoyed being adventurous and courageous like the boys. We did some girly stuff, too, but we didn't want to spend all our time playing with dolls. Luckily for us, we grew up at a time when little girls weren't held to such restrictive "gender roles" as they are today.
With that said, though, in those old days, the boys were held to a strict standard. A little boy interested in dolls might've been viewed harshly. He might've been picked on. But, at least his parents and teachers wouldn't have told him he must be a girl and therefore should take hormone treatments and be mutilated surgically.
I feel so bad for the children of today. What a confusing time to grow up.