Let’s get this out of the way first. I know I’m a monster. If I was any sort of mother, I would have arranged for someone else (in an ideal world, my doting husband and babyfather, for example, if such a person existed, we are talking about a hypothetical IDEAL world here, not the one…
Category: the tyranny of pink and blue
Boys and their Toys
I had high hopes for my son. I imagined that he would be the next John Stuart Mill. Studying the classical languages by the age of three, and a master of the ancient Greek philosophers by eight; most importantly he would be a visionary, a man ahead of his time, a frontrunner in the fight…
Raising a Feminist Boy
As a teacher, I don’t often mention my job on this blog as I prefer to keep that part of my life private and professional; however, one thing I will say is that my students are an inspiration. Every time I fear for the future of humanity (which is basically every day), I think of…
Uproar at Gender Segregation Taking Place on UK High Street
Just come back from a visit to the health visitor where, in typical fashion, Piglet did an enormous wee on the baby weighing scales and I was told off for not taking vitamin supplements, despite the fact that (as I protested to the health visitor) they have been repeatedly shown to be useless. Better just…
Gender Stereotyping for the Uninitiated: i.e. Babies
Oops. Ordered a sandwich with goat’s cheese in it today only to remember that goat’s cheese is not allowed in pregnancy. Admitting to previous incidents of this nature has resulted in open-mouthed abject horror from other pregnant friends and/or mothers. I am already a terrible mother. To make up for it, I decided to buy…