Boys will be boys... and girls... well, that's a different story

I just got back from Centennial Park where I watched my boyfriend and my male best friend goof around trying to climb a tree.

I saw a flower on a high branch and teased them that the first one to get it would "win my affection" and in true testosterone form, they both began to climb the tree while I sat with a snow cone on the grass to watch. It made me think.

Gender roles are placed from birth. We're all aware of this. Blue is for boys, pink is for girls. Little boys play "let's blow shit up" and little girls play "mommy for baby dolls". But. Our society is changing. Women are doctors, mathematicians, electrical engineers... Men are now fashion designers, stay at home dads, and teachers. I'd like to think our world is becoming less misogynistic. I complained when my best friend donned her baby boy in blue, telling her she's just following the mold and psychologically fucking with him.

And yet..... I found myself watching the boys climb to win me a flower.

I did not climb. I did not get rough. I just sat pretty and cheered them on.

Maybe my role as a woman is more genetically engrained than I suspect.

Or maybe I didn't want my skirt to fly up and expose my thong clad ass cheeks.

Either way, I didn't get my flower. I guess my demands were too high.