Well...

Right, wrong article.

I don't think that situation compares to the one quoted in the article, in which the guy *removed a girl's hand and inserted himself into her*. That is rape, no matter which way you slice it.

I'm just intrigued by how a woman having had a boob job or wearing makeup (ugh, especially makeup, which is practically required to be taken seriously in a lot of office style jobs) is akin to rape. Not even by straw feminist logic standards.

Wow, I randomly saw this and can't believe I was just nice to you on io9.

I would completely agree with you, except that LEGO is very clearly marketing its main line to boys and its "Friend's" line to girls. The article is using LEGO as an example, not really shifting the onus of the girl's gender identity of them - but basically every toy company (not to mention a lot of things in society)…

An excellent point, if trollingly put. I should have said his experience is not the experience of everyone who was a LEGO-playing child 20 years ago.

Not blaming it on LEGO, just explaining why figures that look non-gendered to you may look like boys to a 7 year old.

Tried fixing it.

He hadn't known everything would change.

Maybe younger people remember this one better? I was 15 when it happened and it devastated me. Challenger, on the other hand, people my age can't remember as it was the year before I was born.

I want to emphasize it's a kid thing though. I mean, I love androgyny I find both aesthetically pleasing and kind of hot and I keep wanting to cut my hair and see if I can pull it off.

1. I can't believe you have your minifigs! This is really cool.

Really? Maybe this picture featuring bearded and mustachioed minifigs will restore your memory.

So they can sell more

So my reply got dismissed by the troll. I said

But the figures from "boy" and "girl" sets don't even fit together. Sure, she can pretend the pretty teacup that comes with the girl sets she might own are actually terrifying dinosaurs, but it's BS that she should have to.

Childhood's End is both one of the most horrifically sad things I have ever read (I cried! on a train!) and my favorite "golden age" novel so....

Do we *really* want life to always find a way? This is the question everyone should start considering.

I don't think "pretty horrifying" even begins to describe how I feel about this, to be honest.