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Title: My Name Is Jesse But I am not a boy. Inside my parents' failed experiment with
Post by: Shana A on March 24, 2010, 07:50:58 AM
Post by: Shana A on March 24, 2010, 07:50:58 AM
My Name Is Jesse
But I am not a boy. Inside my parents' failed experiment with gender neutrality.
By Jesse Ellison | Newsweek Web Exclusive
Mar 23, 2010
http://www.newsweek.com/id/235300 (http://www.newsweek.com/id/235300)
When I was 2 years old, my father started building a big house behind our tiny starter house. For days leading up to the arrival of the giant trucks and backhoes coming to dig out the foundation, my mother tried to get me excited. "Don't you want to watch the big trucks?!" she'd tease. When they finally arrived, the neighborhood boys parked themselves on our property, transfixed. I glanced out the window and immediately turned back to my toys, ignoring the commotion. As my mother recalls, "It was really a wake-up for me."
This now-infamous family anecdote wasn't the first time my parents tried to shake off gender stereotypes. As a toddler, they dressed me in overalls and cut my hair in an androgynous bowl cut. I didn't have Barbies; I had wooden blocks. Even my first name is evidence of their experiment in gender neutrality. You can't imagine how many times I've had to explain, "No, not Jessica, just Jesse. Like a boy."
But I am not a boy. Inside my parents' failed experiment with gender neutrality.
By Jesse Ellison | Newsweek Web Exclusive
Mar 23, 2010
http://www.newsweek.com/id/235300 (http://www.newsweek.com/id/235300)
When I was 2 years old, my father started building a big house behind our tiny starter house. For days leading up to the arrival of the giant trucks and backhoes coming to dig out the foundation, my mother tried to get me excited. "Don't you want to watch the big trucks?!" she'd tease. When they finally arrived, the neighborhood boys parked themselves on our property, transfixed. I glanced out the window and immediately turned back to my toys, ignoring the commotion. As my mother recalls, "It was really a wake-up for me."
This now-infamous family anecdote wasn't the first time my parents tried to shake off gender stereotypes. As a toddler, they dressed me in overalls and cut my hair in an androgynous bowl cut. I didn't have Barbies; I had wooden blocks. Even my first name is evidence of their experiment in gender neutrality. You can't imagine how many times I've had to explain, "No, not Jessica, just Jesse. Like a boy."