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To Play or Not to Play…?

Is the genderisation of toys a good idea? What do you think? Read on for my thoughts on this, and share yours in the comments section. Feel free to share this with others and/ or criticise it.

I felt a familiar pang of disgust and anger when I saw this picture that a friend uploaded on Twitter earlier today. She was disappointed because the Kinder ‘surprise’ she got when she opted for the ‘girl’ toy was as stereotypical as it gets – a pink hair-clip and a butterfly ring. What ensued thereafter was a heated discussion on why the ‘boy’ toy included tanks and assemble-it-yourself Transformers, and how folks consciously refused to opt for the ‘girlie’ toys.

I notice here a two-pronged problem. But I’ll get to that in just a bit; first a #throwback to, if my math serves me correctly, a seven year old incident.

A few years ago, I visited a large multinational toy store. There I realised… perhaps for the first time really took a close look and realised… a clear gender-based segregation of toys and games. It bothered me enough to approach this gentleman, who I was told was the store manager, and to whom I relayed my misgivings. To no one’s surprise, I was dismissed off hand. I then sent several emails to this multinational chain, requesting some sort of an explanation that could rationally explain to me the purpose of this specific demarcation between the boy and girl zones. If you think they were answered, you’re even more naive than I was at the time.

Flash forward to 2017 – the same chain has diversified across markets, and it’s structure remains absolutely unchanged; Barbie dolls adorn the girl-section, while Iron Man and Star Wars figurines are proudly displayed in the boy-segment.

This brings me to the two-pronged problem I alluded to a short while ago – first, the allocation of gender to specific kinds of toys, and second, the perception that ‘girlie’ toys are, for lack of another word, uncool. Being born with a vagina automatically requires me to like dressy dolls and DIY jewellery sets, while having a penis seems to be the necessary qualification for enjoying race tracks and robots.

This genderisation of toys, I believe, is one of the first steps in ingraining from an early age a concept of siloed physical sex-based gender identification. It serves as one of the many environmental influences that effectively take away the choice to identify one’s self with a gender that may or may not align with one’s birth sex… and it is never too early (or too late) to make that choice! What begins with toys eventually manifests in preconceived adult gender roles – who works in the kitchen, who changes a baby’s diaper, who is the primary breadwinner, who pays the cheque at the end of a date… the list is endless.

Some folks claim to consider this as a female-centric issue – that the girl child ought to be able choose to play with what she likes – teddy bears and tanks alike. “She’s a tomboy; she hates those girlie dress-up dolls!” First, calling her a tom”boy” is NOT a compliment. Second, why the condescension associated with “girlie” toys? Twenty years ago, a certain famous American sitcom showcased the insecurities of a father when his toddler chose to play with a Barbie instead of a GI Joe! Reason – the toddler was born a boy. It is a shame that in over two decades, we haven’t progressed much.

Whisper, through its #likeagirl campaign, helped break through conventional usages of verb-ing like a girl and gave them a positive twist. Vogue India attempted a similar feat with #startwiththeboys by reminding everyone that “ladke rote nahi” (boys don’t cry) is severely problematic. It is high time we joined the movement as a global collective, and changed the narrative – to be pro-choice and anti-condescension, to shared adult responsibilities and roles… to truly be human.

#LetsTalkAboutTrolls #bmkj

“TROLLLLLLLLLL! In the dungeon! TROLLLLLLL IN THE DUNGEON!”
– Professor Quirrell, in Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

This slimy, stupid, gargantuan creature was always a figment of someone’s imagination as far as I was concerned. That is, until I got trolled…

It was an interesting day. I tweeted an admittedly cocky response to someone whose views I don’t necessarily agree with. I got my first celebrity like (yay!) on that tweet. I spent a few minutes grinning from ear to ear. A mere mortal like me getting noticed by folks of a more famous ilk, you must agree, is quite something!

Then, out of nowhere, it all just exploded! *ping ping ping* Suddenly, there were innumerable unread notifications, from unfamiliar sources, waiting right in front of my eyes, just waiting there as the quintessential clickbait. And I clicked!

Big big mistake.

I was greeted by a barrage of tweets, each containing more vicious content than the previous one. As I scrolled down, I felt like slowly, but surely, every molecule of life affirming air was painfully sucked out of my lungs, and the hollow pit in my stomach was getting larger by the tweet. My rather naive mind was, I’m afraid, unable to keep pace, as I saw myself at the brink of descending into that dark and deep abyss. With GREAT effort, I refrained myself from individually responding to the one hundred something comments on my intelligence, intentions and integrity.

Lessons I learnt:

  1. (Wo)man is principally nasty, brutish and short, especially when faced with non-conformity on part of a fellow human.
  2. Being a free speech supporter is MUCH harder when you’re fielding verbal attacks aimed at your own self. It’s not impossible, it’s just tougher. Much much tougher.
  3. Your regular garden variety trolls are a dime a dozen, and it is actually very easy to lose your shit and fight them. It’s only natural, for trolls operate on an “offence is the best defence” strategy. Maintaining your dignity/ sanity, however, within maelstrom of garbage aggression takes unparalleled levels of self-restraint.
  4. One ought to have a thick skin when dealing with trolls on social media. They are angry and use the rudest, meanest, harshest language, and it is only natural that it’ll affect you in a horrible way. That’s okay. Take a deep breath, believe in yourself, and trudge on.
  5. Trolls, however, will not afford you the same luxury – they have the thinnest epidermal layer ever, and are more volatile than chlorine trifluoride! (Yes, I googled that.) Or ether! (No, already knew this one.)

Let me be straight – there were a few folks who merely disagreed with me. I thank them for their view, and do not, for one second, consider them trolls. Trolls are inept beings who are unable to distinguish between the issue in contention and the person contending. They not only disagree with your thoughts, but jump further to the (obvious, duh!) conclusion that this clashing of ideas gives them the right to get personal, call you names, be outright rude and offensive to YOU, and not just your thought/ point/ issue. Should I have been corrected? Maybe, maybe not – I’m biased in my own favour, so it’s really not fair for me to answer this. Did I deserve to be insulted? I strongly doubt it.

Then why did I bow out? Is my notion of (my) dignity so skewed that I would meekly raise a white flag in the face of adversity? I’m not that person… at least that’s what I thought. So then I did something one of the trolls had recommended I do – I introspected. And much to my delight, this was my triumphant, elegant realisation – HATERS GONNA HATE! (#wannabeswag) So I could either join in the mudslinging, or I could “keep calm and carry on”. More importantly, I must respect them and their freedom of expression, regardless of whether they choose to extend the same respect to me.

Thank you, my dear trolls, for a valuable #TIL day. You threw me off for some time there, and I’m woman enough to accept this. But know this – you haven’t seen the last of me. I choose my battles, and this wasn’t the one I chose.

I live to fight another day.

(Picture credit: https://goo.gl/images/4AwVLa)