|Gender Differences||<– Date –> <– Thread –>|
|From: Sharon Villines (sharonvillinesprodigy.net)|
|Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 13:31:22 -0700 (MST)|
We moved into a new home when my son had just turned 5 and my daughter was almost 8. They were given a list of chores to divide up between them and we were reviewing their choices as we fixed dinner. It quickly became apparent that Jason had taken all the boy jobs; Shannah, all the girl jobs. Mother: Wait a minute. This won't work. Everyone has to do all kinds of work, girl jobs and boy jobs. Shannah: Now Mommy, we just chose the jobs we like to do. You always told us that there are no such things as boy jobs or girl jobs. There's just work. Jason: Yes there are boy jobs and I'm a boy. You can't take my jobs. Shannah: Be quiet Jason. I'm arguing your argument. Jason: But I'm a boy. Those are my boy jobs! (Many tears. Heartbroken tears.) Shannah: Jason, you'll get your jobs if you be quiet! Jason: You can't have my jobs. Mother redoes chores list leaving the boy the vacuum cleaning (machines are automatically boy jobs) so the tears stop. Daughter gives up thoroughly disgusted with both mother and brother. No chores get done except the vacuuming. Sharon -- Sharon Villines In Washington, DC at Takoma Village Cohousing Where the fire alarms went off again today for about the millionth time this month. Either they were testing (again) or another worker rammed a two-by-four into a sprinkler.
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