I can remember being jealous of how much better boys' toys were
see, i had the solution for that- it's called Nicking Your Little Brother's Stuff. A reciprocal arrangement, to be sure- he enjoyed stealing my stuffed rabbit, biting the heads off my Ken dolls, and, much to Mum's horror, chewing on Barbie's crotch. Meanwhile, under the guise of sisterly devotion, I got to take charge of the setting-up of his car tracks, taking over captaincy of the lego pirate boat he had painstakingly built... we seeing a pattern here?
We always had very low-tech toys in our house, though. Perhaps that had something to do with it? Joel had cars and lego and mechano, but never gameboys or transformers. Remote control cars were about the only things in his toybox which ran on batteries. And I was never allowed a peeing dolly. No toy weapons, either, aside from equal-opportunity water guns. The only exception being that when I was about ten Dad made me a bow and blunt arrows, so that I could pretend to be Maid Marion.
Hmmm... anyway. I wonder if birth order has anything to do with it, for that matter? The article did mention that a tomboy is likely to have older brothers. I'm the oldest, so when we were little it was Joel who wanted to be allowed to do whatever I did, rather than the other way around. As he got older I was always welcome to try anything he did, but usually lacked the aptitude!
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Date: 2007-08-06 09:09 am (UTC)see, i had the solution for that- it's called Nicking Your Little Brother's Stuff. A reciprocal arrangement, to be sure- he enjoyed stealing my stuffed rabbit, biting the heads off my Ken dolls, and, much to Mum's horror, chewing on Barbie's crotch.
Meanwhile, under the guise of sisterly devotion, I got to take charge of the setting-up of his car tracks, taking over captaincy of the lego pirate boat he had painstakingly built... we seeing a pattern here?
We always had very low-tech toys in our house, though. Perhaps that had something to do with it? Joel had cars and lego and mechano, but never gameboys or transformers. Remote control cars were about the only things in his toybox which ran on batteries. And I was never allowed a peeing dolly. No toy weapons, either, aside from equal-opportunity water guns. The only exception being that when I was about ten Dad made me a bow and blunt arrows, so that I could pretend to be Maid Marion.
Hmmm... anyway. I wonder if birth order has anything to do with it, for that matter? The article did mention that a tomboy is likely to have older brothers. I'm the oldest, so when we were little it was Joel who wanted to be allowed to do whatever I did, rather than the other way around. As he got older I was always welcome to try anything he did, but usually lacked the aptitude!