|The "outrageous" JCrew ad|
Give me a break.
|Straight guy, yellow pants, pink tie|
What is wrong with people?
|I admit it... I watch "Grey's"|
Maybe it's their fault. I remember my mother being emphatic about dressing me nicely for school. Button-down shirts tucked into dungarees. Always a belt. Never jeans or sneakers. Did she make me this way? Did she make me love clothes? What the hell did she do to me?
|Gastineau: definitely not gay|
I dress well and look good. Thank you, mom.
I also distinctly remember carrying what could only be described as a handbag when I was a little boy. You read that right. A handbag. You know what I carried in it? Baseball cards. I needed something to carry baseball cards in... and that's what I found. Like I said... trendsetter. I was the first guy to carry a man purse. It was 1981 and I was 6. But I also remember it not being so manly.
Shortly thereafter, I recall my parents getting me a football-shaped bag for me to carry my stuff around.
|Loved Mr. Do|
Now, I'm pretty sure my parents would have never painted my toenails pink... and I think that's ok too. I also don't think I would endorse my wife painting our son's toenails any color... if we had a son... unless he asked. I would still be hesitant... but on second thought... why the hell not?
After all, my daughter's favorite color is blue... but I'm pretty sure that does not make her a lesbian.
Frank Sinatra sings a line in Soliloquy that is poignant yet may apply here in a troubling way:
"You can have fun with a son, but you've got to be a father to a girl."
Maybe I'm reading too much into that lyric, but I do notice a trend among some parents of boys. It may be inadvertant, but they treat their children differently based on gender. Girls need to be handled delicately. Boys we need to toughen up. I frequently hear baby boys and toddler boys being affectionately referred to as "my little man." How about we let boys be boys?
|She swings a mean bat... while wearing a tutu|
It shouldn't be our job to dictate who our kids are and who they will become. It's our job as parents to recognize the path they are leaning towards, and help them navigate it.
They're looking for us to help them figure it out... no matter what color their toenails are painted.
I mentioned above that I'm bad at fixing things. Well, that's not entirely true, as I wrote here.