Jeeze, step away from this thread for a couple days, and when I find my way back there's a whole lotta self-psycholanalysis going on. Where do I sign up?
I seriously can't explain the attraction I have for certain objects, but I'm not so sure it has anything directly to do with my gonads. It's more than likely a cultural bias. Something I tried to eliminate, or at least reduce with our children...such as saying to our daughters "Just because your friends have Barbies, doesn't mean you have to play with one too. You can have a bow and arrow for your birthday if you want." Society's cultural bias is to make a sweeping judgement what our society wants girls-women folk, boys-men folk to "be", and then discriminate in favour of those outcomes. I failed. I think. Our sons are somewhat sensitive, but only to the degree that they're not complete jerks and insensitive. Our daughters are somewhat athletic, but they're not rude joke-telling jocks. They're kinda average middle of the road folks. Maybe that's average for society as a whole. I dunno. There are far more middle of the road men and women, than there are feminine prima donnas and knuckle dragging neanderthals both at opposite ends of the spectrum. But I bet boys are still far more likely to be introduced to their first small folder than girls. I might be wrong. dang. I've been a confused dad for a good deal of my adult life. Our eldest daughter has always been the champion burper in the family. I spent years blaming the trumpet blasts coming from the back seat during road trips on the boys. It wasn't till they were all grown up, that they proved it to me. What they really proved was that I was showing a little cultural bias myself, having thought "Girls don't belch." I offered to teach the kids how to process fire wood on trips. Only one was interested, a boy. My wife offered to show the kids how to camp cook. They all pitched in. Maybe it was the teacher. Okay, that's enough self analysis for me.
ps So memaquay, what you're saying is, my farting problem will be regarded as kinda manly on this summer's trip north, and perhaps highly regarded? That's good, cause I only fart when I'm a) Happy, b) Scared, c) Drunk. I'm expecting to be a fair bit of 2 outta 3 most days. I'll leave the hair gel at home.
I seriously can't explain the attraction I have for certain objects, but I'm not so sure it has anything directly to do with my gonads. It's more than likely a cultural bias. Something I tried to eliminate, or at least reduce with our children...such as saying to our daughters "Just because your friends have Barbies, doesn't mean you have to play with one too. You can have a bow and arrow for your birthday if you want." Society's cultural bias is to make a sweeping judgement what our society wants girls-women folk, boys-men folk to "be", and then discriminate in favour of those outcomes. I failed. I think. Our sons are somewhat sensitive, but only to the degree that they're not complete jerks and insensitive. Our daughters are somewhat athletic, but they're not rude joke-telling jocks. They're kinda average middle of the road folks. Maybe that's average for society as a whole. I dunno. There are far more middle of the road men and women, than there are feminine prima donnas and knuckle dragging neanderthals both at opposite ends of the spectrum. But I bet boys are still far more likely to be introduced to their first small folder than girls. I might be wrong. dang. I've been a confused dad for a good deal of my adult life. Our eldest daughter has always been the champion burper in the family. I spent years blaming the trumpet blasts coming from the back seat during road trips on the boys. It wasn't till they were all grown up, that they proved it to me. What they really proved was that I was showing a little cultural bias myself, having thought "Girls don't belch." I offered to teach the kids how to process fire wood on trips. Only one was interested, a boy. My wife offered to show the kids how to camp cook. They all pitched in. Maybe it was the teacher. Okay, that's enough self analysis for me.
ps So memaquay, what you're saying is, my farting problem will be regarded as kinda manly on this summer's trip north, and perhaps highly regarded? That's good, cause I only fart when I'm a) Happy, b) Scared, c) Drunk. I'm expecting to be a fair bit of 2 outta 3 most days. I'll leave the hair gel at home.
