Pam had done her doctoral thesis on the influence of nursery rhymes on learned sexist behaviour. Nursery rhymes are a fun way to teach children about music, rhyme and language, but they also imprint an indelible bigotry on the child’s mind. For example, what boy doesn’t know what little girls are made of?
What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
That’s what little girls are made of.
How sexist is that? Pam worked for it to be banned from children’s libraries. And behold! she was to give a lecture on this very topic tonight in the local community hall. Cedric thought he’d attend.
He seemed to be the only male in the audience. Everyone sat in a circle. Cedric sat in an empty chair. A woman turned to him.
“How dare you sit there and separate me from my sisters,” she said.
Cedric had nowhere to sit. He sat in a chair outside the circle, over by the wall. A woman turned to him.
“Typical male,” she said, “refusing to be part of the circle. Too scared to join in.”
Cedric rejoined the circle. A woman turned to him.
“How dare you sit there and separate me from my sisters,” she said.
Cedric left.
“Good riddance,” said Pam.
Slugs and snails
And puppy-dog tails
That’s what little boys are made of.
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How very astute and reflective of certain elements of society where you can’t do right for doing wrong!
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I’ve had it up to here for 40 years!
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I’ve never had a sweet tooth
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LOL! The spice of life then!
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Oh, yes
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Those harridans do not only hate men….It’s been my sad experience, especially when working in academia, that they are meaner than mean to any woman, also, who does not toe their line….
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Such a fine word, “harridan”; and such a shame it is wasted upon vixenous viragos! I can imagine the meaner than mean streak on those “of the fairer sex”!!!!
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Reminds me of that other old goody – children are to be seen, not heard.
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True! Although some of them are relatively precocious!
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sounds like another true story Bruce 🙂
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There is possibly an element of personal experience there – and, although I have nothing against the name, the women are nearly always called Mitzi.
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I’m glad to say that I am not familiar with this name
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My family had a cat named Mitzi….
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Was the cat a Rottweiler?
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No, but she was very catty.
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So she was a lion in sheep’s clothing.
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LOL!
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…and a German Shepherd named Fritzi….
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Presumably Fritzi wasn’t of “the weaker sex”?
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Oh, but she was a she-devil…and a killer. She had to be put down because she was killing the neighbors’ cats. I was once walking home from school in winter and I remember seeing a cat’s limp body being flipped up in the air, higher than a six-foot snowbank, and there was Fritzi, doing her thing on the other side of the snowbank….
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I have a terrible dog-cat story as well! Our dog will do anything to protect our cat. But she will not tolerate any other cat – and I saw her kill a feral cat by first breaking its back by shaking it. It was horrific!
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OMG…
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Oh my. Catty cats and murderous dogs and mean women. Yeow! Oh man, I have to say I’ve been there with the mean women, but managed to escape with senses intact.
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Well done! I prefer to be the typical male, these days, and continue to sit there and separate them from their sisters! I once did that to a roomful of nuns. I was most unpopular!
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The only time I didn’t cringe at that “sisters” designation was in the years when I was learning about guns in a course sponsored by the Second Amendment Sisters. I learned gun safety, not to be afraid of and to shoot a rifle and a semi-automatic Glock pistol, at the shooting range. But the shotgun’s recoil nearly knocked me over, and my right armpit was black and blue for days.
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Is there nothing you haven’t tried? 😀 A gun-slinging poet emerged from the American Dream with a dog and a couple of cats. There’s a surreal story beginning there somehow.
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I’m old, Bruce. There’s been enough time to try a lot of things… 🙂
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I’ve never fired a gun with a real bullet in it. My brothers were all hunters, and would go off hunting, but they never let me fire the gun, I just had to “lie there and keep still”.
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I keep forgetting….the birth order in a family makes for a world of different experience. My one sister, after five brothers, is fifteen years my junior (I left for college when she was three) and our life experience is vastly different: I had young parents, she had old parents; I set out for adventure, she never left home. We have little in common but genes….but we try, and there is love.
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Yes, it would be terrible to be all the same. My oldest brother – 75 – doesn’t take a single pill. I’m on 13 a day!
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Maybe he sneaks in a vitamin or two, unbeknownst to you! 🙂
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He goes swimming every day. It’s probably all those chemicals in the water.
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This is exactly the sort of mind boggling inanity going on on college campuses in the US now; I’m surprised you didn’t have him charged with committing a microaggression and have the women demand a safe space in which to meet!
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Thanks Noelle. And thanks for the ideas. They could well go into chapters 2 and 3!
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So very funny … but so very true!
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Thank you!
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As they say, a microcosm of a macrocosm.
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I often wonder – microcosm in a macrocosm – if an atom in our universe… if our universe is not just an atom in another bigger universe… and how big does it really get?…
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