My daughter and I went grocery shopping yesterday. At the check-out line she picked up a Kinder Egg. A pink Kinder Egg. For girls. “I do not approve,” she said.
I don’t either. Was that really necessary? Saddest of all, though, the Kinder Egg people just created an egg that 50% (approximately) of the population will not buy. Boys won’t want to be seen eating pink Kinder Eggs. And why is that? Because our society is still broken.
In the eyes of the world, being a girl is still less than being a boy.
In March, Kaspars Daugavins, a former Ottawa Senator hockey player, tried an innovative move during a hockey shoot-out. Some people criticized the way he pushed the puck toward the net under his stick as a “ringette move.” This is harsh criticism, because girls play ringette.
Or should I say gir-uls. Two syllables. In a sing-song tone.
This morning, I saw this poem by Eve Ensler on Upworthy.com. It begins: “I think the world has essentially been brought up not to be a girl.” “What does it mean to be a boy?” she asks. Not a girl.
I, for one, am tired of it. Ti-erd. Two syllables. In an exasperated tone.
In January, a friend’s daughter gave birth to a baby girl. I sent the new parents a blue baby card. Yes, I did. Why should the colour of the card I sent even be an issue? (If anyone I know has a baby boy in future, don’t be surprised if you receive a pink card.) Let’s teach the next generation not to define themselves by a colour.
And the least we can do for the next generation of girls is to let them start life without feeling like a disappointment.