A post about me and shit!

[amand_r]

I have decided to blog more about myself and crap. You know, I do this all the time. I give it a week.

It just feels like THE LONGEST WEEKEND EVAR. Srsly, I don't even work, and I keep looking at the calendar and saying to myself, WTF, Monday?

So here I am, working on these fics, and honestly, my Snarry Games fic, in which I actually have a plotty idea, is by far the least written. I find that I don't even know when these things are due. I should keep track of that shit.

Torchwood bodyswap: 33,667 words
Hermione Big Bang: 40,135 words
Snarry Games Fic: 908 words
The HL/TW: 2,473 words

If I post anything in the next few weeks, and you think it has a flavah, that is because I HAVE BEEN LISTENING NOTHING BUT THE K'NAAN CHANNEL OVER ON PANDORA. Srsly, nothing but Fort Minor, Jurassic 5, edIT, and chali 2na (and of course, K'naan) for DAYS. I'm unsure as to whether I want to cap a mother or start a revolution. Possibly both. I would imagine that one might lead to another. OTOH, one might lead to jail time. Chali told me to go easy on the coke and heavy on the green, so I switched from Coca-Cola to Sprite. Not. Working.

OMG, just after I wrote this, I opened Pandora, and 'Easy' by Aceylone was the FIRST SONG THAT CAME UP. PANDORA, I AM SUSPICIOUS OF YOUR GENOME MUSIC PROJECT. For god's sake, your name is Pandora. How is that not asking for Skynet-like trouble? WOLFRAM ALPHA TROUBLE.

So, here is Viola's new paramour. No matter where we are at any time in this DVD (I play them on random), I know when Max comes up because she starts screaming, then throws herself into the chair and hides her face behind her hands. Then she jumps down and dances about. She knows that his name is Max. She often asks for him by name when I put the DVD in. Honest to god, anything that might have a Y chromosome, she's all over—the boys down the street, when male friends come over. Yesterday, when I went to pick up our take away Chinese, she latched onto the ONE Chinese boy in a waiting area and ignored at least three other kids, all girls. It's like she can smell the chromosome.

She picked out her own clothes this morning: the pinkest clothes she owns. In a discussion this weekend, I had admitted to someone that I want to keep her options open as far as gender and sex go, but she's apparently settling on the girly girl shit right now. And she has developed a habit of squealing at bugs. WTF? Bees, I can see, but ants? Really? Crazy ass kid.

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[sanginmychains.livejournal.com]

How old is she? My 4 year old is definitely being influenced by the gender normalization forces in our culture, presumably, I hope, at preschool. Me, I wear all kinds of colours, never ever tell her that her outfit is cute, never suggest that pink is a colour superior to any other, but yeah, she's getting the message anyway. Go figure, I am not the only influence in my child's life. It's disheartening in a way, but I figure that I have a choice -- let her get her head twisted about by the aforementioned normalization forces, or fight hard against them by constantly discouraging the pink, the princes costume, the idea that trucks are for boys...and screw her up by spending a lot of time disapproving of her feelings and preferences at this tender age. It's a bit of a devil's bargain, but I'm opting for the constant examples of a wide definition of gender, race, etc., and a general support of the child. I hope it'll come out in the wash.

In the meantime, I'll share with you a funny that a mom friend of mine said. She has two girls. She says she now just sorts the laundry into light, dark, and pink. Seriously has enough for a just-pink load.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

Kidlet is 2. She displays a great deal of behaviors that we would think of as stereotypically "girly", but really, she does a great many things that are NOT genuinely in that category. She actually gets to be rather secluded. She isn't in preschool. My mother is her nanny, and she doesn't watch standard children's television (I have season one of The Electric Company, Old School Sesame Street, a few Elmo DVDs and Schoolhouse Rock), because we don't have cable.

I think it's sad that the older she gets, the more striated children's clothes become. The girl's section is an explosion of pink and pastels. Now I like pink myself, but I don't wear it every day, people. I make some of her clothes, and they're the things with skulls on them. Yay, skulls!

On the other hand. I got her a fairy skirt. Because dude, if they had one in grown up sizes that wouldn't end with me in the psych unit, I'd wear it. Totes.

[sanginmychains.livejournal.com]

The clothes, yes, and ZOMG the toys. I rarely go into Toys R Us, because the place makes me break out into hives. I'm not all the way to all natural materials Waldorf toys or anything, but yikes, Bratz dolls dressed like 6 year old hookers? Disembodied heads for the purpose of doing hair and makeup? Eep. Dress up clothes, stuffed animals, building toys, craft materials, these are all excellent items. Disney Princess branded items? Not so much.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I don't get that. We go to Toys R Us so that I can get things like sandboxes and legos.

Though, I bought her a Mrs Goodbee dollhouse for Christmas, and she seems to like it. She stuffs the little dolls in compromising positions on the bunkbeds. Good for her.

We do a lot of free play here-- crayons, playdough, opening the mail, dancing about to the ABCs, dismantling things what not meant to be dismantled...

[veridari.livejournal.com]

Seriously? The pink thing can be a phase. My ten year old went through it too - in fact, a few times. It lasts a few weeks/handful of months and the attention turns to another color. These days, she's as likely to be looking in the boy's department because their t-shirts are "cooler" than the girls. We have cable, but I'm extremely selective on what she and her sibling get to watch. No teenage Disney channel shows, heck...we haven't even watched High School Musical! And because we homeschool, she's never had the pressure to wear the "cool" clothes her peers would. She still adores Sesame Street, and asked me not long ago why they don't make Elmo shirts in her size. I told her because most girls her age aren't into Elmo anymore. She wanted to know if I would make her one because she didn't care what other girls liked.

And Schoolhouse Rock...ROCKS! My kids know every song by heart...we even have a CD for the car. If you are playing that for her...you are one awesome Mom! Now you have the Max song running through my head. :p

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

HA HA HA SO OUR ROADS WILL HAVE NO CRACKS!
SOMEONE FIX THESE TRAIN TRACKS!
I HEAR YOU CALLING, UNCLE, AND I'M PAYING MY TAX!

Though dude, that song about the national debt? A little bleak for kids, isn't it?