Strawberries for her, a car for him - Butterflies and Wheels
A blouse with pink flowers and frills and lettering and the words “Berry cute like Mummy” -- showing some strawberries
A sweatshirt with blue spots and collar and the words “Wheelie cool just like Daddy” -- showing a car
These DC Moms Design the PERFECT Dresses for Budding Feminists | Washingtonian
Rebecca Melsky and Eva St. Clair's clothing company:
Princess Awesome
A couple months ago, I tried for a very short while, to find a remote control car for a four year old girl. What I found instead were a bunch of remote controlled cars for little boys. She wound up with something, but what she wound up with wasn't a remote controlled car. I would have preferred getting one that was gender specific to girls, and I would not have preferred (but rather would have settled for) one that was gender neutral, but my only choices (beyond not getting one at all) were between gender specific to boys.
Can I just say something?
There is no such thing as a remote controlled car for boys. Or a remote controlled car for girls.
How the hell is there a remote controlled car that is gender specific for boys? One is required to insert a penis in order for the car to go? The remote detects the presence of a Y chromosome which is necessary for the remote to work? I don't think so. I realize the packaging might show only boys but that doesn't mean it is only for boys.
There are just remote controlled cars. Some are designed more for adults than for children. Buy the kid (boy or girl) a remote controlled car. If the kid objects to the packaging, just say: it's just the packaging.
I am tempted to write about when I was a kid, how there were very few things which were 'for girls' or 'for boys.' Of course that was back in the olden days. When girls were more or less expected to grow up to be housewives and boys were expected to grow up to be men! All without the benefit of color coded clothing and playthings. Of course, we grew up to like science and math and to become doctors instead of nurses. Some of us became astronauts and police officers and pilots. A whole lot of us still learned to cook and to be mothers.
But that was a long, long time ago. So let's just talk about when today's millennials were kids--like my kids were: Pink had begun to dominate the toy aisle in stores but it it was possible to buy toys which were not pink or purple or glitter and didn't say: for girls only on them. Same thing for clothing, although there was an obnoxious pink and purple trend. Except for a couple of brief years when my daughter loved pink and purple, I never--let me say NEVER bought her any clothing that was pink or purple. At the height of her pink/purple phase (about age 4), she got a few things, mostly from her childless aunt and her grandmother who longed for her own daughter and only had sons. Yet, she had a full and complete wardrobe. Looking back at old photos, I find her in exactly one pink dress. One. One outfit with purple hippos on it. One. She loved Barbies. And legos and building blocks and modeling clay and games, and crayons and paper and so on. Her brothers liked GI Joes and legos and building blocks and modeling clay and games and crayons and paper and so on.
Rage against the machine.
Buy your kid what your kid wants if you can afford it and if you think your kid should have it. Don't pay attention to what aisle it comes from.
FFS, show some leadership. Make up your own mind so your daughter can see that people choose for themselves. There is no need to follow advertisers' narrow concepts of who should own what toy and how it should be used.
Let your daughter think for herself. Don't let her abdicate that responsibility to advertisers and manufacturers.