I can pretty distinctly remember the first time that I became cognizant of gender stereotypes.
I was in 8th grade, in a math class surrounded by dudes, and someone mentioned that girls perform worse on standardized exams when they fill in their gender right before taking the exam.
I thought to myself, “That’s weird”, looked around at all the guys surrounding me, and continued mathing without missing a beat.
Gender didn’t mean much to me growing up. I always wanted to be like my older brother in everything that I did, and I followed in his footsteps pretty much step by step. My mom never forced me to wear dresses, and when she called me “cute”, I told her to call me “sporty”.
I recognize that I am incredibly lucky. I recognize that I have been sheltered and supported enough to not give a damn about gender stereotypes. I’ve always put my name first, my values second, and my gender somewhere with all my other physical attributes.
I think we’re going about this gender inequality conversation in the wrong way. It’s not just that pink and blue should be valued the same, it’s that gender shouldn’t force us to pick pink or blue. Gender shouldn’t lead our lives.
Yesterday I read an article about how razors advertised for women cost more than razors advertised for men and how I should be all riled up about it. No, I think I’ll just buy the men’s razor. If everyone started making the cost-effective choice, razor companies would then reduce the price on pink razors.
Maybe the problem is that we’re telling young girls that they have to buy pink razors even when they're $2 more expensive.
No one ever told me to buy a pink razor and I am grateful.