Dolls Are For Girls, Arguments Are For The Immature, and The Bible Is For The Non-Religious

I was at a thrift store the other day, buying way too much stuff, and since I kept noticing and going back to pay for more and more, the woman at the register and I got to talking.

We talked about ties, and then the casinos, and then union jobs. Then she mentioned she voted for Trump. I said I didn’t, but I said it with a smile and followed with “but I do hope he does a great job and I support him because I want my country to succeed”.

Then we talked about baby names and she liked Holden and the other two I have picked out and others that are uncommon (she didn’t like “Thor” or “Michael”). Then she mentioned she’s against vaccines and asked if I get my son vaccinated and I said yes, with a smile, and just played it off like I never looked that much into them but made sure to stress that my son shows no signs of any disorder or syndrome or ailment.

Then I bought a chair and she said “This would be a perfect time-out chair and I replied “That’s what I’m going to use it for!”.

Then we talked about kids some more and I don’t remember why but she commented “You never know, by the time he’s 6 he might tell you he’s a girl with the way the world is today” and I said “Down, girl” to myself and “Heh, yeah” to her. I tried to sway the conversation by stating that my son is naturally drawn to both (stereotypically labeled) “girl” and “boy” toys. And she got my hopes up when she remarked that her grandson sometimes plays with dolls and “You shouldn’t tell them it’s wrong” and I cried out “YES!” but before I could add that it teaches them that their natural likes are bad, she continued “You just have to guide them” and at this point I knew it was going downhill so I tried to say that I didn’t mind when my son carried a purse because he was just copying me and hell, he held his own things for once. And she was nice and didn’t argue but I don’t think she was really paying attention because she went on with how she “guides” her grandson by telling him which toys are for boys and which are for girls (which is somehow different from telling him which toys are right and wrong) because “It’s god’s will, it’s natural, god is nature, and you can’t go against the word of god”. I just smiled and pretended to notice a movie for sale and excused myself while she helped another customer (who also voted for Trump and was on the fence about vaccines, I learned).

This story has two points:

1. I managed to control myself, mainly my mouth and attitude, even though I feel VERY strongly against her beliefs and am an advocate for the other side. This is the first time I recall that happening in my life.

Short version: I’m maturing.

2. People need to stop justifying their ignorant beliefs with “it’s what my religion says” when it’s NOT WHAT THEIR RELIGION SAYS. SHOW ME WHERE IN THE DAMN BIBLE IT SAYS BOYS HAVE TO PLAY WITH TRUCKS AND GIRLS HAVE TO PLAY WITH DOLLS. Spoiler, it doesn’t. It says children should obey and honor their parents. It says girls should be trained to be good wives and mothers. It says women should submit to their husbands (which can be interpreted in many different ways) and be silent in church and aren’t allowed to teach. It does not say what children can play with or that certain toys or childhood activities are for specific genders. It does not say that pink is a color solely for girls but it’s okay for girls and boys to like blue. It doesn’t say shit about your child being damaged for life if they don’t follow the fucked up rules 21st century society made up for them (to profit from them, mainly, but that’s another post).

Let your children be children. Let them explore. Let them find their own attractions. Don’t steal their souls because you’re too intolerant to let them be “different”. If we didn’t pigeonhole (“guide”) them into these trite, imaginary labels, they wouldn’t even be different, because plenty of boys and girls would be playing with whatever toy they naturally found appealing.

Short Version: Let kids be kids, read the bible before you preach God’s word.



Guys. Guys guys guys guys guys guys guys guys guys. And, just because some people get offended over everything — Gals. Gals gals gals gals gals gals gals gals gals; Non-binary. Non-binary, non-binary, non-binary, non-binary, non-binary, non-binary, non-binary, non-binary, non-binary. (It’s ironic that I have to specify something like that, considering who I am, who my son is, and our views.) ANYWAY, ONWARD.

I’m back. I’ve decided to come back. I made the decision a few days ago, and I’ve been pondering ways to dive back in. I made a few comments on some blogs, letting them know I was back. I came up with ideas for stellar blog posts to make you all “ooh” and “ahh”. But then I was like, fuck that.

If Jenny Lawson can write posts that aren’t really posts, so can I. It’s my blog, after all. So this is just a warning. A warning that I’m back. And my, a lot has happened. I mean, at the same time nearly nothing has happened, but holy fuck so much has happened. And I figure it would be best to break everything up into separate stories, so here’s just a quick preview:

Relapse. DYFS. Rehab. Luke. No Luke. Preschool. Bullies. Nate. Oh god Nate. Accident. IOP. Jack. Jack-off.

And those are just the basics. Not to mention all of my fucking opinions, haven’t you missed them??

So yeah, I was going to write an amazing I’m back post, but then I went pee, popped a bunch of pimples that came out of nowhere after my face was finally clear, and decided I need to talk to you NOW. And that’s what I’m doing.

I’m pretty excited. I have to admit, I have a shitton going on right now so don’t expect any miracles. Don’t expect daily posts or timed posts or weekly features. Yet. Right now I’m just working on getting back into the groove of things.

If you’re still around, thank you for sticking by me. Sorry for abandoning you.


Oh, look at what I made last night. (Yes, that’s supposed to be an unopened tub of blocks meant as a Christmas present for Holden. Momma makes the rules, so hush.)