For the most part, though, I don't get all uppity about the whole pink and princess stuff, because I feel like…girls should be able to have all choices available to them. And the more we vilify the pink princess stuff, the more we inadvertently reinforce the idea that girls can't just like what they like: They need to like what WE think they should like.
(Also, I distinctly remember being 3 and absolutely refusing to wear anything but dresses, because in my formative quest to understand the differences between girls and boys, I was convinced that if a girl wore pants, she wasn't a real girl. And I cared very, very much about being a real girl. (for the record, these were preferences that I came into on my very own. Pretty sure my dad would have much preferred a rough and tumble girl, and a grudging acceptance of pants would have saved my mom many a nightmarish morning).
But what I'm not okay with is blatant sexism.
WAIT! I almost forgot to give this to you:
Editor's Note: This was brought to my attention by the awesome @emoeby. Follow him.
This is annoying. http://t.co/1tbPNsOMdC vs http://t.co/8vlbwH5Scg
— Brian Moen (@emoeby) December 2, 2013