Stupid Social Stigmas

I'm not just talking about things like "Men hunt, women clean and have babies" here, either.

Growing up in the South, in a very small, backwater community, I was exposed to a lot of what look in retrospect, to be downright stupid social stigmas.

What got me thinking about this was reading a popular story on LGTales about a boy who starts practicing ballet. If I had had that open to me - i.e. if I had been born a girl here, or just plain born anywhere else, I would be in a lot better physical shape today.

It's not just things like ballet that would have literally gotten me killed though.

Only girls take choir. Only girls take piano lessons.

Sounds pretty daft, doesn't it? It gets better though.

Only girls played the flute/clarinet in marching band. If you were a boy in the band, you either played drums, brass, or sax (because nobody in Arkansas would call Bill Clinton a sissy ;-))

OH! I thought of another one too. Home-Ec. UGH. I loved home-ec, but the only reason I avoided getting the crap kicked out of me is because I took it with three of the toughest guys in school, who themselves were desperate to bring up their GPA ;-) (They actually turned out to be pretty decent guys too. They just had rough home-lives, as I found out when we got grouped together for a project. The teacher loved our salad presentation ^_^)

There were plenty of male stigmas too, like unless you were physically disabled like myself and a guy I actually became close friends with despite our grade differences, you had damned well better be an athlete, whether it's traditional football/basketball, or tennis, golf, track, etc.

Oh, and only girls worked on yearbook staff. Talk about a hostile environment for men. I don't know how I became "one of the girls", but I was really lucky in that those girls were never caustic towards me, never saw me as a threatening male encroaching on their space. I loved that. It was my one refuge during a school day back then. But I digress :-)

I'll probably end up writing a short story based on this little rant, but I can't guarantee how good it'd be. If I wrote it true to life, it would be short and unpleasant. If I wrote it true to fantasy, well, someone's walking away with a toothache.

I might just write it for myself though because in retrospect, there's a lot I wanted to do as a child that I couldn't because "that's for girls". I AM a girl, and I was then, but that's another can of worms I don't feel like opening in the scope of the same blog post.

Instead I want to open the floor, so to speak. What kinds of stupid "What? Why is THAT considered gender-specific?" things have you encountered either growing up or as an adult?

As for me, I'm about to hop on the exercise bike, then get a shower, but between the two I'll have plenty of time to dwell on possible stories :-D

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