The Child recently acquired the old My Little Ponies film from my overly generous younger sister. Naturally The Child loves it. The sad thing is that I used to love it too. Oh the shame. The Care Bears DVD had the same effect on me as well. How I cringe to think that I loved Care Bears so much. They are so nauseating. The only thing that makes that remotely alright was the fact that Grumpy Bear was my favourite. Of course, I am kind of glad that The Child is getting enjoyment from these things. And I guess it is kind of nice that she likes things that I used to like. But now I know what torture my sisters and me put our parents through.
We liked some slightly less nauseating things too though back when we were kids. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were a favourite of mine for a while. Though when I saw the original film again recently I was once again cringing over how rubbish it was. And I remember my Werebear comics.
Sometimes I wish I was a kid again. Life was so much simpler back then. Of course, I’m not so sure I’d like to be a kid now. Is it just me or is the gender stereotyping more obvious these days? There’s blue and pink everything, but not so much in more neutral colours. Back when The Child was a baby, the only alternative colour in clothing to pink and blue was white or beige. When I was a kid I remember making a point of the fact that I hated pink. Blue was my favourite colour. I was determined not to be girly. Of course, I had older sister influence as well, and she wasn’t overly girly either.
Well, The Child is free to like what she will. I don’t try to mould her. Not deliberately anyway. And despite the My Little Ponies, Care Bears, and princesses, she does enjoy a good bit of boisterous demolition. She likes heavy metal as well. For now.
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