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Ms. Congeniality
May. 28th, 2004 12:34 amThe other day I did a meme called "discover your gender stereotype." Mine was the political androgynist, and I liked it that way.
My daughter apparently found hers today, in a discarded half-broken tiara that used to belong to her brother. (Apparently there's a different gender stereotype for that. Don't ask. Don't tell, either, for that matter.)
E gestured to her head, obviously telling me to put the tiara on her. I did, holding her up to the mirror so she could see it. She grinned hugely.
"It's sooo beee yooo teee fulll," I crooned in my best Southern manner, political androgyny be damned.
She laughed, before taking it off and handing it to me. I put it on my head. "Oh, look, how pretty!" I said. "Look, Mommy's a princess." She smiled, tolerating this for about 1/2 a second, before snatching that thing off my head and gesturing toward hers again.
"Yow!" The tiny twin combs pulled my hair. I'd let her have the damn thing, for good, at this point, but she insists on sharing again, wearing it for a while and then handing it back to me.
So we're passing the tiara back and forth like it's a joint at a rock concert, pausing momentarily each time for me to say "Oh how pretty!" while E smiles and preens. At one point she put it on and actually twirled around.
"Where'd she learn that?" I wondered.
So, I'm torn...between thinking that both E and I now need our consciousnesses (?) raised, and being pleased because my girl shares very well. I mean, how many one and a half year olds do you know who share so well? And she's not just sharing anything either. She's a Southern girl, and a princess, really, sharing her tiara.
And I'm the proud, politically androgynous mama.
A+
My daughter apparently found hers today, in a discarded half-broken tiara that used to belong to her brother. (Apparently there's a different gender stereotype for that. Don't ask. Don't tell, either, for that matter.)
E gestured to her head, obviously telling me to put the tiara on her. I did, holding her up to the mirror so she could see it. She grinned hugely.
"It's sooo beee yooo teee fulll," I crooned in my best Southern manner, political androgyny be damned.
She laughed, before taking it off and handing it to me. I put it on my head. "Oh, look, how pretty!" I said. "Look, Mommy's a princess." She smiled, tolerating this for about 1/2 a second, before snatching that thing off my head and gesturing toward hers again.
"Yow!" The tiny twin combs pulled my hair. I'd let her have the damn thing, for good, at this point, but she insists on sharing again, wearing it for a while and then handing it back to me.
So we're passing the tiara back and forth like it's a joint at a rock concert, pausing momentarily each time for me to say "Oh how pretty!" while E smiles and preens. At one point she put it on and actually twirled around.
"Where'd she learn that?" I wondered.
So, I'm torn...between thinking that both E and I now need our consciousnesses (?) raised, and being pleased because my girl shares very well. I mean, how many one and a half year olds do you know who share so well? And she's not just sharing anything either. She's a Southern girl, and a princess, really, sharing her tiara.
And I'm the proud, politically androgynous mama.
A+
