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*At school, I was about six years old. Some of my classmates (boys) were running around in the forest playing soldiers at war. I asked if I could join their game. The hesitated, but eventually said I could join, but because I was a girl I had to pretend to be their cook. I wanted to play with them, so I accepted and had to spend the entire game sitting on a fallen tree trunk watching them running back and forth in the woods.
*At the McDonald's drive through with my parents and Tiny, I was about eight. My sister and I wanted Happy Meals. The McDonald speaker guy asked if the Happy Meals were for boys or girls. To avoid getting the same toy, we said one of each. The girl toy was a plastic doll, the boy toy was a matchbox car.
*During my tenure at the book shop, a few years ago. Each summer we had to set up a so-called "man table" and "lady table". The man table would display crime fiction, biographies and history books. The lady table displayed Sophie Kinsella novels and dieting/self-improvement books.
*A couple of months ago, at the toy shop. I noticed the carnival costumes were separated into a boy aisle and a girl aisle. The boy aisle had a doctor costume. The girl aisle had a 1940s nurse costume with a short skirt. Ages 5 and up.
*A couple of months ago, a friend of the family was out buying baby clothes for my youngest niece. She wanted to buy a bodysuit with a printed train motif (my father works for the railroad). The cashier objected, because "trains are for boys".
*A few days ago. I was reading an essay on the website of one of Norway's biggest newspapers. The author disliked the proposed attempt at selling more football game tickets by introducing scantily clad cheerleaders as mid-game entertainment. The author suggested it would alienate many fans. The majority of the online commentators suggested the frigid feminazi bitch who wrote this essay needed a good dicking. The author was actually a man.
*At the McDonald's drive through with my parents and Tiny, I was about eight. My sister and I wanted Happy Meals. The McDonald speaker guy asked if the Happy Meals were for boys or girls. To avoid getting the same toy, we said one of each. The girl toy was a plastic doll, the boy toy was a matchbox car.
*During my tenure at the book shop, a few years ago. Each summer we had to set up a so-called "man table" and "lady table". The man table would display crime fiction, biographies and history books. The lady table displayed Sophie Kinsella novels and dieting/self-improvement books.
*A couple of months ago, at the toy shop. I noticed the carnival costumes were separated into a boy aisle and a girl aisle. The boy aisle had a doctor costume. The girl aisle had a 1940s nurse costume with a short skirt. Ages 5 and up.
*A couple of months ago, a friend of the family was out buying baby clothes for my youngest niece. She wanted to buy a bodysuit with a printed train motif (my father works for the railroad). The cashier objected, because "trains are for boys".
*A few days ago. I was reading an essay on the website of one of Norway's biggest newspapers. The author disliked the proposed attempt at selling more football game tickets by introducing scantily clad cheerleaders as mid-game entertainment. The author suggested it would alienate many fans. The majority of the online commentators suggested the frigid feminazi bitch who wrote this essay needed a good dicking. The author was actually a man.
