My cynical little one professed that purple is a “girl color,” and he didn’t want to participate in the festivities. I am always taken aback when I find out how predisposed he already is to such a gender-specific way of thinking and work to thwart the budding sexism of public school exposure. When I told him that purple is indeed not a “girl color” but more a color of royalty, he was nonplussed when I gave examples of Kings, Queens, Princes, et al who wear their regal violet robes. Hello … how about Guppy Goe Bee from Bubble Guppies
Call me a bad mom, but I harangued him so much about being a Purple Party Pooper
that he put a purple-headed monster tattoo on his arm instead. He wanted to participate at the risk of my reverse teasing. I’ll openly admit to that bit of shamed-based parenting. 🙂
I’m trying to ease him into being a mini-feminist. He has some sexist uncles and classmates already, and their influence is counter-productive to my own. The incredible stereotyping happens too early and so often! My initial reaction was that purple is NOT a girl color, and there’s nothing the matter with it it was or anything else was associated with being a girl.
Even if it is a part of kids’ maturation to go through this sort of phase based on what other kids say, I never want my son to sound like his uncles. His dad knows it’s forbidden in our house to say anything derogatory about throwing, sounding or acting like a girl. There is no such thing in our home, and I used to be a girl myself. Those statements are so negative and destructive, and the only place I can control this language is under my own roof. Plus, they otherwise get to hear me break into my rendition of:
“Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything better than you. No, you can’t … yes, I can. No, you can’t … yes, I can. Yes, I can! Yes, I can. Yes, I ca-a-a-a-a-a-n!”
My big finish is awesome. The best part of it all was when I picked up his artistic interpretation of Things that are purple from his hook at school today. The pictures are all cut from magazines, and it has a very regal rice-krispie treat spider, a little cell from a health ad about diabetes, a violet-colored wicker basket, and a pail with purple paint being dumped from it. The final item is a line of text from a magazine advertisement set on a lavender background that reads, “A better understanding of better intimate care.” I assume it’s from a tampon ad. How very apropos.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I went straight to good ol’ google. It is the registered trademark for “Cosmetics For Feminine Use, Namely, Foams, Lotions * , * and Powders Pharmaceuticals For Feminine Use, Namely, Creams [, ] For the Relief of Feminine Itching and Irritation, and * of * Other Skin Discomforts” by Combe Incorporated.
His purple poster had hung there all the weekend … or maybe his dad was embarrassed and left it there on purpose. I chalked it up to serendipity, albeit very ironic indeed.