Erroneous.
Erroneous.
Please God no.
Perhaps you misunderstand me. The whole reason we give a shit about the bomber is because there was destruction and because there were victims. Had he gone on to college or to work or to smoke weed and do what most other teenagers do without blowing the finish line of the Boston Marathon up, there would be no cover…
Common sense isn't so common anymore, apparently.
Maybe you have a point - but at the same time, I think society's changed a bit since McVeigh and Dahmer. Modern understanding is that you put someone on a magazine cover rather than the victims, you're glorifying their works, you're making a good environment for copycats, and you're giving them what they want. McVeigh…
If you identify as male, yeah, it does. And that's unfortunate that those pursuits are so gendered.
Little girls play in Mommy's (or Daddy's) makeup all the time. They're playacting at being grown-up. I'm pretty sure this isn't much different.
I started wearing heels at 14-15 (just for special occasions, back then) and my sister started wearing heels at 10 for special occasions. Pretty sure it just depends on the girl and the parents.
Just to clarify, I don't know if any of these boys want it - the fact that they are going to a camp for gender-nonconforming boys as opposed to transgender girls means they, at least for now, probably identify with the label of male but do and like things that our society thinks are for females. Like tomboy girls, but…
And just because they did doesn't mean that's a healthy way for society to deal with their crimes. Just because there was no uproar at the time doesn't mean it was the best way to go.
I'm sure you already do this, but if you counterbalance her excitedness with praise for them doing what they like - whatever it is - it'll mean the world to them when they're older.
I started wearing makeup around puberty on and off. My mom didn't care much, my dad didn't care much. But I totally understand what you're saying about the disturbing reinforcement. I'm kind of bitter about that myself. I started (and continue to, unfortunately) dressing in a modified way for extended family (to whom…
Survivors. The debris at the finish line. Hell, a still of one of the explosions - they were showing it over and over again at the time. But that wouldn't have sold as many or gotten publicity, now, would it?
And that's telling, isn't it? It's okay for girls to be referred to as "you guys," but for guys to be referred to as "you girls" is a step down everywhere but the queer/nonconforming community. For now. Language changes and evolves.
Oooh, this. I'm "young yet" and constantly reminded that maybe I'll change my mind one day, but the OCD and comorbid depression don't handle winter well, how in the hell am I supposed to expect they'd handle anything postpartum nicely?
I came here to write exactly this. I don't care who the dude is or how hot he is, he killed people. I don't want Dahmer or McVeigh on the cover of a magazine being glamorized and glorified; why would I want one of the Tsarnaev brothers getting the same?
Ergh. I don't like even looking at incredibly sickeningly saccharine vibrators ("discreet" is different, I feel, though that mascara wand looks hella painful), but also ones that are blatantly penis-like turn me off because I don't enjoy penis in partner situations and don't have any fantasies involving penis.…
Yep, I definitely remember that. Weirdly, I became much more openly nonconforming after I came out because the worst had arrived, so to speak, and people... stopped pulling away.
I'm sorry to hear that. My parents were pretty accepting. I had to explain a couple of times that I didn't want any more Barbie dolls and, later on, that I only wanted XYZ clothes from the "girl's side" and preferred ABC to come from the "boy's side." Oddly, it was only after I came out that I got just a little…
Many daughters play dress-up in Mommy's (or Daddy's, too) makeup and heels every so often. I know I did a couple times, and I ended up going the complete opposite way. I feel like that's probably the way they're approaching it - just a treat, something you don't need to do every day.