I’ve always considered myself a pretty progressive dad, riding the wave of modernity in the 21st century.
In our household, the lines of the past that steadfastly identified what was considered “man” and “woman” responsibilities were more flexible.
And everything from diaper changing, feeding, paying bills and getting up late at night to tend to a sleeping baby is divided based on whoever’s hand is on deck at any given time.
It’s not the easiest job in the world, but to be honest I felt pretty good about being what most people would label a “modern dad” and I wore that title like a badge of honor.
My title was put to the test however the day my wife brought a particular hula monkey toy home for my son…
The first thing I said to my wife was, “Um, that can’t be for my son. That thing is wearing a skirt”
“Well, skirts are for girls, and he’s a boy so we have to return it for a monkey with a pair of jeans or something.”
My wife rolled her eyes, calmly asserted that I am being silly, and eventually the toy was given to my son.
That little hula monkey ended up being one of his favorite toys as an infant, and I realized that I, indeed, was making a big deal out of nothing.
Fast forward to his toddler stage…
My son is asked what his favorite color was and he emphatically replies that it is pink. Deep down his answer made me a bit uncomfortable, but I didn’t show it. I gave him a hug and let him know how awesome his selection was.
But why did I have that reaction? What hell was I afraid of?
For starters, my thinking was that pink is a “girl color.” It’s not just a girl color, but the international spokescolor (yes, a made up word) for girls. You see it on every dress, tutu, and Barbie convertible that is marketed towards little girls. So how could it be that my son, who loves to collect bugs, do karate, and play with race cars, would actually like something that is so obviously… girly?
When I was a kid, if you were a boy who admitted you were a fan of pink, you’d instantly be the object of ridicule of every bully in a three-classroom radius. I suppose my fear stemmed from a misguided desire to protect him from that kind of scrutiny. (I also believe that it is more frowned upon for little boys to explore activities outside the perceived gender role, than it is for girls to do the same. But this is subject matter for another time!)
After some reflection however, I began to understand that the issue was not with him liking this color, but with the fact that I had a problem with it at all. I then realized that maybe I’m not as much of a forward-thinking father as I had thought. Maybe I’m just as guilty of the same male chauvinistic stereotypes that were the norm during my father’s generation and the generation before his.
After I accepted this reality, I then decided to explore these feelings in order to understand, then overcome them.
And so began my journey…
So, who decided that pink was a “girl” color anyway? After doing a little research, it turns out that the practice of associating colors with gender is a fairly recent concept. According to an article on the Smithsonian Magazine’s website, there was a time as early as 1918 when pink was considered the primary color for boys and blue for girls. The public perception began to change around the time accurate prenatal testing had become standard practice. Child and infant clothing retailers, looking to make money, capitalized on this trend and began to shift their products and advertising campaigns toward gender-specific colors.
Then the cycle is perpetuated: as these gender-specific colors become more defined, as parents and as a society, we tend to push these values onto our children earlier and earlier. I’m almost certain that my perceptions were directly influenced based on this trend.
So basically, the wool was systematically pulled over my eyes to believe that pink is a color exclusively for girls from the moment I arrived on this earth.
Despite this however, there’s already evidence of the tide beginning to change.
Remember the picture of a mother and son with pink painted toenails, taken for the 2011 J. Crew spring catalogue that caused quite the controversy? It is an indicator that the mainstream is once again evolving and pushing boundaries.
For me, the picture didn’t bother me at all. Little did I know that my son would once again unknowingly push my personal boundaries.
I came home from a long day’s work to a giggling wife. Perplexed, I asked her what was up. She sheepishly opens up her phone and shows me this picture:
Apparently, he saw mommy painting her nails and thought it would be cool to copy her. He then grabbed his marker and proceeded to color his toes. My wife thought it was hilarious. I’m ashamed to say that I blew it out of proportion and was pretty upset. I considered scolding him or at least explaining why what he did was wrong. Thankfully my wife brought me back down to earth, just like with the hula monkey, and reminded me that I was being ridiculous. He was only a toddler and if I did end up confronting him with negative reinforcement, it would have likely done more harm than good.
So going through all of this, what lessons have I learned?
I’ve learned by understanding the false stereotypes that were taught to me in my youth, I am able accept the past without compromising my future. All that matters is the fact that I love my son and as his father, it is my job to ensure he is raised in an environment where he feels safe to express himself. That includes him deciding to like pink, purple, blue, or any other color he so wishes… Or if he ever wanted to try on his mommy’s shoes… Or any other thing that someone might consider “girly.” I will almost bet you that in the eyes of a child, most activities that we as adults tend to categorize with a gender are completely neutral to them.
Plus, who knows? Maybe in 50 years, pink will be the “it” color for boys once again.
Have children ever made you confront your own gender biases?