Money drives the trans industry. From the doctors and “psychologists” who make diagnoses, to the surgeons who actually do the butchering, to the pharmaceutical corporations that pump hormones into healthy bodies…It’s all one big money-making racket!
But after seeing the latest post at GenderTrender,Transgender Children: an Intersex Activist’s Point of View, and the picture attached, it’s also becoming glaringly obvious, even to those with their heads in the sand, that if you removed the cultural trappings of the modern world, GID would no longer exist.
Every item in these pictures must be bought. Every item was conjured up and invented by a bunch of men working for toy companies, brainstorming how to make the most profits at Christmas time. Every item had to be transported from the factories in China, brought by plane to the rich world, and distributed through warehouses and middle men until they reached the shop floor. Each item had to be meticulously marketed, using advertizing. Arbitrarily, the marketing men decided that the pink items would be aimed at kids with vaginas (regardless of what the individual preferences of vagina-owning children may actually be) and that the blue items would be marketed to kids with penises. (Conclusion: all patriarchies are simply obsessed with genitals.)
Anyway, this is what the men decided, and so they set about using their power as a class–as proprietors and managers of almost every single major manufacturing, advertizing and distributing company in the world–to make it so.
But while men are preoccupied by all this busy-busy work of theirs , it is noticeable that they spend very little time with children.
Women, meanwhile are spending their time telling their little boys that no, unfortunately they won’t be able to make a baby in their tummy like mommy when they grow up. Women are busy washing out “Bug-Boxes” for daughters who insist on going outside and catch summer insects, barefoot (this was me this morning). Women are busy trying to rescue their cat because their little toddler boy has put it in a pram and is insisting on “taking it for walk”. (this was me this morning).
Even as male doctors and toy manufacturers are putting an inordinate amount of time and energy into labelling kids, women are trying to survive the day to day, as women do, by smoothing away their children’s anxieties. And all this labelling is making women’s work harder than it has to be.
I am interested in the concept of bedrooms. I’ve heard it said by trans women that real females are cis-privileged because they had a pink and sparkly rooms as children, something the trans women themselves desired, but were not allowed to have, due to being male.
only a very tiny amount of children the world over get a room of their own. Japan is a rich, developed country, by world standards, and yet even here almost every family lives in a tiny apartment, with just two or three rooms.
Bedrooms are usually tatami rooms, which are converted into a living space during the day. Foutons are folded up in the morning to make space, and are taken out of the cupboards again at night before the family goes to bed. Children of both sexes sleep together with the mother until they feel ready to move to their own fouton, at about the age of eight or nine. (BTW, there is overwhelming evidence to prove that sleeping with the mother prevents Crib death (SIDS) ) The father usually sleeps alone, or in many cases lives alone in a separate appartment close to his work (known as tanshin-funin)
There is literally no space to fill the appartment with gendered toys for each child. If you live in a rural region you are more likely to have a house, but even houses are very small. I have a one-bedroomed house.
Media, such as cartoons and animation is, of course, gendered (though not all) but toys are pretty gender-less. My daughter’s summer kindergarten uniform is genderless. She wears exactly the same clothes as the boys.
Take away all the cultural gendering, and all that remains is a child’s sex. I swear when I go to collect my child, and all the kids are dressed in that maroon (or is it burgundy?) sportswear, it is extremely difficult to tell who is a boy and who is a girl.
Without the cultural trappings of gender it becomes harder to slot children into one box or the other. And much harder to pretend they’re in the “wrong” box. What feminism began to do back in the seventies was blur the lines between the boxes. It lost its way a bit during the backlash of the eighties and nineties, but I think we’re back on track now.
Mothers are getting angry at the way shops divide their children into pink or blue. Blogs are popping up all the time. Kristin Bair O’Keefe found her local Toys R Us riddled with gender divisions, such as a fuschia pink “My first washing machine” with pictures of little girls on the box, and in another, separate, part of the store there was a blue themed “Boys Action and Adventure” department:
“Um, HELLO?????? How am I supposed to raise a strong, independent, adventurous, curious, self-assured, creative, loving, smart daughter when the entire “Girls” area of the store is hot pink and filled with ironing boards, washing machines, dolls, and cooking sets? While the “Boys” area of the store (aka “Action and Adventure”) is filled with action- and adventure-related toys? Cool stuff” ( Kristin Bair O’ Keefe )
I might be prematurely hopeful here, but I believe the upcoming generation of little girls (and boys) might have a fighting chance of escaping the gender boxes. Our own mothers didn’t stand a chance against the patriarchs; they were raising girls in the midst of a backlash, and the media onslaught against their daughters in the form of pro-porn empowerment and beauty ideals was like nothing women had ever had to face before in the history of womankind.
Our own mothers did not have to navigate this steep rocky path themselves as girls and were therefore clueless. All they could do was look on in impotent horror as their daughters wasted away from anorexia, or pumped their bodies full of silicone, or asked the Doctors of Death to perform mastectomies and hysterectomies on their healthy bodies in order to “cure” i.e destroy their femaleness. Every revolution eats its children, as the saying goes.
But today’s mothers understand the backlash better than their own mothers did. They are more sophisticated when it comes to seeing how damaging media images can be; have more books on the subject to hand, have experienced the influence of advertising themselves and, through the web, more mothers then ever before have access to the information they need. Women are beginning to write about the horrors of breast implants.
Women’s reality will be heard this time.
[As I researched this post I uprooted a lot of patriarchal filth. Even a simple google to find an image of my daughter’s sportswear directed me to numerous porn sites, some of which appeared to be kiddy porn animation. But I have to leave you with this, which I found when I was looking for a pic of a girl’s pink washing machine. It’s a Western man in the Phillipines, who is ever so pleased with himself for having bought his Phillipina bride her first washing machine. A pink one.]