The Gendered Child

Where does a child get its sense of gender?

There are certainly some biological differences between girls and boys. Firstly, girls have XX chromosomes and boys have XY, except in very rare intersex conditions. You cannot change your chromosomes. It doesn’t matter if you like princesses or pirates, if archaeologists dig up your bones in two hundred years time, they’ll be able to tell if you were a man or a woman. It’s in your DNA. Girls and boys are born not only with different genitalia but with different hormone levels. But as the nature/nurture debate rages I become more and more convinced that boys and girls would have far fewer differences if we stopped shoving them into pink and blue boxes.

A study conducted by the University of Indiana reported that there is no difference in the athletic abilities of pre-pubescent children. They analysed the data of nearly two million swims and found that there was no difference in performance between boys and girls aged eight, and only little difference until the teenage years when puberty kicked in.

“The typical girl is slightly shorter than the typical boy at all ages until adolescence. She becomes taller shortly after age 11 because her adolescent spurt takes place two years earlier than the boy’s. At age 14 she is surpassed again in height by the typical boy, whose adolescent spurt has now started, while hers is nearly finished. In the same way, the typical girl weighs a little less than the boy at birth, equals him at age eight, becomes heavier at age nine or 10, and remains so until about age 141/2.”

                                                                                             Encycolpædia Britannica

So the physical differences between pre-pubescent boys and girls are slight.

What about the psychological and temperamental differences?

Are boys really naturally inclined to be louder, more boisterous, more physical and aggressive and girls to be empathic, calm, creative and compliant?

While we certainly see some differences in behaviour, it is hard to tell to what extent they are biological or cultural- because we start gendering our children before they are born.

Think I’m exaggerating?

One Twitter user told me: The Sonographer joked at our daughter’s scan that she must be a girl because it looked like she was talking a lot”.

I recently watched an episode of Marie Kondo’s show (well obviously, anything rather than actually tidy up). It featured a couple who were expecting their first child and, as they watched it move on a scan, they joked that the baby was ‘flexing like daddy’. My ears pricked up right away and yes, the audience was shortly informed that their baby was indeed a boy.

While there is no reason whatsoever why a girl foetus might not flex just as effectively as her male counterpart, nor a boy foetus be preparing for a life of verbosity, we ascribe these often erroneous notions of gendered behaviour to our offspring from a time before they have even taken their first breath.

The small differences that genuinely exist between boys and girls at birth become amplified over time, as society, teachers and parents- often unintentionally- reinforce gender stereotypes.

One study showed that mothers of new born boy babies tended to describe them as ‘stronger’ although there was nothing to suggest this was the case.   Another showed that when mothers estimated their babies’ ability to crawling down slopes, mothers of girls underestimated their performance and mothers of boys overestimated their performance. This bias had no basis in fact. Girls and boys achieve early motor milestones such as reaching, sitting, crawling and walking at roughly the same ages. 

So where do small children get a sense of gendered behaviour?

Dressing the Gendered Child

I decided to visit a large Primark store and photograph the children’s clothing there. The following photos were all taken on the same day. Here are some of the boy’s clothes.

And here are some of the girls’ clothes.

The ‘little but wild’ boy-child is ‘kind of a big deal’. He is a ‘cool dude’ who knows how to ‘make some noise’ and he is ‘ always hungry’. ‘Mummy’s little superhero’ is raised knowing ‘I am the future’.

‘Daddy’s girl’ is ‘pretty like mummy’. She is ‘lovely all the time’ and will ‘keep on dreaming’ until her ‘time to shine’.  According to Primark, frilly laced socks are ‘essentials’ for a girl, and to top it all the kid is expected to nap comfortably in a babygro with a fucking tutu attached to it!

And if that’s not enough, here are some swimwear options.

 

Socialising the Gendered Child

Outside home life, clubs and school, a child’s reading matter plays a big part in their socialisation.  For every issue of First News or Aquila there are a score of lesser publications. Think The Economist and New Scientist surrounded by copies of lads mags and Cosmo. Check out the magazine shelves in your local newsagents. I went to a nearby Tesco, the same day that I visited Primark, to see what was on offer.

 

Here are the girls’ magazines. They are pastel shades of pink, purple and baby blue, adorned with sparkles and a sprinkle of friendship and caring; the free gifts are cheap plastic jewellery, shiny secret notebooks and endless unicorn stickers. This week I saw no make up or nail polish, but it is not an uncommon free gift with these magazines.

Animals and You magazine (far right) embraces a plethora of pink hearts and sparkly wrapped flying horses. Why? It’s a magazine about animals! How many boys look longing at the cover but never dare ask for it, having received the message loud and clear that a love of cute kittens is strictly for the girls?

 

The boys’ magazines are bold in primary colours. The covers promise adventure and heroism inside;  there are robot armies to be vanquished and villains to be thwarted; free gifts are badges and ‘epic’ puzzles but mostly gun-like apparatus for shooting frisbees or sponge balls.

Paw Patrol magazine (far right) has removed the one female character from the line up on its cover. Presumably the publishers were worried about putting the boys off, because in the same way that kittens are for the girls, action and adventure is strictly for the boys.

Books and DVDs do not fare much better. I checked out what was on sale in my local charity shop.

Again and again, it’s the story of the fairy and the superhero, the princess and the pirate.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Horrid Henry breaks the cannibals’ curse! Dirty Bertie the pirate brandishes his cutlass; monsters create mayhem and football stars are  made.

Barbie tosses back her hair as she poses with Pegasus, Sabrina the fairy spreads the gift of sweet dreams and the ‘Best Friends Club’ share stories of ‘crushes and blushes’.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Dora in 2004 and Dora in 2019

And, excuse my Spanish, what the very fuck have they done to Dora the Explorer? Dora was a firm favourite of my older kids. With her short bobbed haircut and her little pot belly, she took no nonsense from anyone and was fazed by nothing. Now she has long hair and a Colgate smile and she’s wearing a V-necked dress and earrings.

 

Of course, girls can choose to ask for magazines from the ‘boys’ section. My older kids were obsessed with Ben 10 and smallest has a boy friend who will happily peruse the pages of  Animals and You. These days the ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ sections of toyshops are rarely marked as such, although a quick glimpse tells kids who ‘belongs’ where. Girls, if you’re expected to like it, it’s probably available in pink.

The less conventional choices are harder for the less confident child; the child who values the importance of playing the gender game even if it leaves them feeling uncomfortable.

Ask yourself what might happen when that child is introduced to the GIRES penguins, to Introducing Teddy and to I Am Jazz? What happens when the child is led to believe that their choice in clothing or magazines might – just might- mean they were actually born the ‘wrong’ sex?

Celebrating the Gendered Child

Ever tried to find a birthday card for a girl that had a football on it? I popped into the newsagent where I top up my Oyster card and had a look at the cards on display. Happy birthday, Gendered Child.

Pink, pink, pink. Hearts and flowers, trinkets and corsets, frills and tiaras, that’s what little girls are made of. Make a wish, Princess.  Meanwhile, the pirate has found the treasure and go Spiderman,  but I’d love to see a birthday card that told a girl she was ‘amazing, brave and clever’. As for the two cards top left, both offer advice. The boy is told to ‘have a brilliant time that’s fun the whole day through’ and the girl is advised to ‘put your favourite outfit on and give us all a twirl’.

 

Cleaning the Gendered Child

I think that’s probably enough now, don’t you?

Let Toys be Toys

Although I haven’t dealt with toys in this piece – that subject really needs an article all of it’s own – I was inspired to write this after seeing  an announcement by an organisation I’ve always admired, Let Toys Be Toys (LTBT).  LTBT has always fought to break down the stereotypes surrounding children’s toys, to discourage gendered packaging and ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ sections in toy shops.

“Children should feel free to play with the toys that most interest them. Isn’t it time that shops stopped limiting children’s imagination by telling them what they ought to play with?”

LTBT website

 

So imagine my surprise when LTBT made this announcement on Twitter a few days ago.

It stopped me dead in my tracks. Had their account been hijacked? By the time the Tweet was visible to many of us, it was April Fools Day –  was it a rather tasteless joke?

 

 

 

 

A few hours later Let Toys be Toys posted another Tweet, this time claiming there was no one way or right way to be a girl.

Yet at the same time they were defending their earlier Tweet, commenting, “Let Toys Be Toys has supporters with a range of views on gender, but crucially we unite behind the message that narrow stereotypes are bad for everyone.”

It all sounds very nice, but you can’t have it both ways. It doesn’t make sense.

Let Toys Be Toys, for years you’ve been telling kids that boys and girls should not be defined by the books and toys they like playing with, the clothes they wear or the games and hobbies they enjoy, and bravo for that. Now – BAM – you’re telling them that it isn’t their biology that makes them a boy or a girl either.

So when you say there’s no right way to be a girl – presumably you now believe that being a boy can also be included in that?

Where does a child get its sense of gender?

Let Toys Be Toys, please answer me this: where does a small child get its sense of gender, if not from social experiences?

How can you possibly have a transgender child without stereotypes?

Who has got to you, or infiltrated your organisation: who is making you betray the very principles LTBT was founded on?

I don’t really expect an answer. 

  I never thought I’d see the day when Mermaids and Let Toys Be Toys were playing for the same side.

Happy Easter, Gendered Child.

 

 

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Protest at Downview Prison – no men in women’s prisons

On March 30th 2019, a group of over 20 women arrived at HMP Downview in Surrey to protest the continued placement of men in women’s prisons.

Some of the Downview Protest women outside the prison.

On the night of March 29th, I was putting the final touches to a 10ft banner reading ‘NO MEN IN WOMEN’S PRISONS’. Most of the contents of the living room were pushed up against the wall to make space on the floor to stretch the banner full length. Shreds of cotton and fragments of white fabric surrounded me, it was getting late and I was starting to wish I’d been less ambitious.

It was just before midnight and I only had three letters left to stitch, when a little voice came from the hall, “I’ve been sick.”

Instead of finishing the banner, I spent an hour cleaning up what appeared to be five gallons of raspberry innocent smoothie mixed with cabbage purée, from the rug; the floor, the bed; the mattress; the blankets, duvet and pillows. Smallest- who had remained miraculously vomit-free and made a remarkably recovery- fell happily asleep clutching a stuffed cat, murmuring, “I think I’m hungry now…” and I returned to my banner.

I know, TMI.  You’re welcome.

I finished my creation about 2am and hung it carefully over the banister, where the cats eyed it shrewdly, analysing its potential as a new kitty climbing wall. I shut them in the kitchen and went to bed.

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The background

On 4th March 2019,the Evening Standard announced that HMP Downview in Surrey would be opening a wing of the women’s prison to ‘female transgender prisoners’. (Of course, a female transgender prisoner would actually be a woman, a woman being an adult human female and all that, but the language of identity politics is frequently incomprehensible and almost as frequently misconstrued.)  To clarify, HMP Downview would be opening a wing to men who had acquired a Gender Reassignment Certificate.

Currently, a few hoops have to be jumped through in order to get a GRC. You can apply for one if you’re over eighteen and have a diagnosis of gender dysphoria.  You also have to have ‘lived in your acquired gender’ for at least 2 years, promise that you intend to live in this ‘acquired gender’ for the rest of your life and pay a £140 fee.

Potential forthcoming changes to the Gender Recognition Act would eliminate the requirement for most of these criteria. For more about that, check here.

To clarify, a man does not have to have had his penis removed, a process that used to be referred to as ‘sex change’ but is now more frequently called ‘gender reassignment surgery’. Of course, it’s important to remember that is not really possible to be born into the wrong body, or to change sex.

“Old-time clinicians recommended sex reassignment because they thought it offered the best chance of alleviating a patient’s distress, not because they thought the patient had a neurological intersex condition that rendered them “essentially” the opposite sex.”

Ray Blanchard

The Fair Play for Women prison campaign states:

“In 2017 we published new research showing that half of all known transgender prisoners require max security or specialist sex offender prisons. Despite numerous attempts to discredit our work the MOJ (ministry of Justice) has now confirmed that over half of all known transgender prisoners have at least one previous conviction for sex offences. Our important work in this area has highlighted the potential risk to women inmates of relaxing the rules that could allow this dangerous prison cohort access to female prisons.”

A Ministry of Justice spokesman said that the management of transgender prisoners was ‘a highly sensitive issue which poses unique and complex challenges’.

In September 2017, ‘Karen’ was transferred to New Hall prison in West Yorkshire. Over the following three months he sexually assaulted two other inmates.

“The decision to move White to a women’s prison” reported the Guardian in October 2018, “was made public after she (sic) admitted in court to the sexual assault and to multiple rapes committed before she was sent to prison”.

Downview assured the public that the transgender prisoners they held would be kept separate from the women and that “the three transgender prisoners at HMP Downview will not have access to other offenders”.

Nonetheless, many women are asking why the prisoners are not being kept in a separate part of the male estate. Why put them in a wing of the women’s prison at all?

Child rapist Martin ‘Jessica’ Ponting was moved to HMP Bronzefield in Sussex in 2017 where he mixed freely with the women until reports of sexual harassment and assault meant that he was moved into isolation.

“A society that cannot say even to a man convicted of rape, ‘you are not a woman’, is a society that has truly lost the moral plot.” wrote Brendan O’Neill in ‘Spiked’.

“Tonight a rapist is in a women’s prison,” observed Ruth Serwotka. “That’s how progressive your gender identity politics are.”

Returning to Downview and 2019, it seems that despite claims to the contrary the men are not being kept apart from the women at all times. The unit they are housed in, originally the Josephine Butler unit for young women, is small and enclosed by a fence. It does not contain its own gym, classrooms or a chapel. Some of our group had heard that women were sharing gym facilities with the men, or even being put in their cells at unusual times so the men could use the facilities.

 

The Protest

Pre-protest briefing.

We had arranged to meet at the bottom of the lane leading up to the prison. It was a warm spring day. The banner and I got a lift up with Anne, Venice & Anne’s amazing dogs. We parked in the prison car park and walked back down the hill to the meeting place.

We had discussed whether or not to make news about the protest public, or to keep it to just a small group of women. My initial feeling had been that we should have told more women and gone for a larger turnout, but others pointed out that if counter-protesting transactivists had become loud or aggressive, it could have caused problems and raised possible concerns about security.  They were right.  The last thing we wanted was to cause problems for those visiting the prison.

Later that evening, someone on Twitter commented that she would like to have come along and I explained why we hadn’t made the protest public, resulting in the following somewhat hyperbolic exchange on Twitter between myself and a transwoman:

But I digress.

Assembling the banners.

Some of the women had arranged to meet in a local pub. When the rest of us had arrived we called them, and soon we were all together, assembling the banners at the bottom of the road. Anne gave us a pre-protest briefing, reminding us to be careful not to photograph any of the visitors. Give people lots of space, she advised, especially those accompanied by children. Visiting a prison can be stressful enough at the best of times.

A few cars drove by, passengers peering out of windows to see what we were doing.

Once we’d arranged ourselves in a satisfactory order, we headed up the hill, singing as we strode.

 

“Power to the women

Women got the power

Women in Downview

We’re here to support you

Put the trans in Highdown

Power. Women.

Power to the women.”

We arrived at the prison gates (which were open) and settled ourselves on the grass by the Visitors’ Centre. I was delighted to discover that we were allowed to go into the visitors’ centre and buy hot drinks and sandwiches.

A few visitors were queuing to get their paperwork done, and scattered children played with books and blocks on the floor. I felt a little conspicuous in my ‘Adult Human Female’ hoodie but no one really gave me a second glance. One little girl nearly ran into me and I grinned at her mum who smiled back. The server scooped three spoons of Nescafé into a paper cup and I was good to go.

We stood outside the Visitors’ Centre, then moved further away to a nearby patch of grass.

We stood outside the Visitors’ Centre for a few minutes and then moved further away, onto a nearby patch of grass.

One woman recognised someone she knew, an ex-prisoner, who was visiting her girlfriend. She was delighted to see us there and posed for a photo with us all.

Another woman passing by, talking on her phone, stopped and asked why we were here. She shook her head and took a leaflet. “I agree with you, that’s not on.”

We handed out a few more leaflets to passers by and we sang our chants a few more times. The area grew quieter as the visitors dribbled into the prison. We tied the banners to trees, a lamppost and a fence and sat down. Birds chirped in the trees. One woman began making daisy chains. The afternoon sun was warm on our heads as we drank water and coffee on the grass. Julia handed out some leaflets for us to offer passers by and visitors.

The front of one of the leaflets we handed out to visitors

 

The back of the leaflet we handed out to prisoners.

“Let’s have a bit of cake and relax,” said Julia and someone joked about how it was a good job it wasn’t pizza.

“You should sell T shirts,” I said. “With cartoon pictures of lesbians sitting on chairs, eating pizza.”

I checked my posts on Twitter and listened to Clare talking about Elizabeth Fry, the Quaker prison reformer who helped establish single sex prisons. I learned that Fry had also handed out sewing kits to the women boarding boats for Australia so they would have a trade on arrival.

A second design of leaflet was passed around and handed out.

A young man walked by with his dog. He scowled at the banners and shouted over to us before striding off down the hill. “You want women in men’s prisons but not men in women’s prisons? That’s not equality, is it? We need equality!”

“What? But we don’t want women in men’s prisons,” Emma turned to the woman next to her, who shrugged.

“Maybe he thinks we mean the guards?”

It was suggested that we go for a walk around the prison.

“It might be possible to call over to some of the women in the exercise yard. Visiting hours aren’t over for ages. We can go and come back.”

So, gathering up our banners, coffee cups and cake wrappers, obviously being very careful to leave no litter behind us, we headed off along a path through trees and undergrowth that followed a high brick wall around the prison.

The walk was longer than I expected and the scenery more beautiful. We passed clusters of bluebells and ponies grazing in green fields.

After about twenty minutes we reached an opening in the trees which allowed us to see the prison clearly in the distance. The juxtaposition of nature and freedom with stone walls and incarceration was powerful.

Downview Prison

It seemed that we wouldn’t be able to pass by the exercise yard. Time was moving on and we wanted to be back at the prison as the visitors were leaving, so we turned around and headed back the way we came.

En route we passed a man with his young son. “It just isn’t right, is it?” he agreed, after his initial surprise in bumping into a score of banner-carrying women on a footpath through an isolated wood. Shaking his head he took a leaflet and continued with his walk.

 

 

Our ‘Abbey Road’ moment, arriving back at the prison.

Arriving back at the prison we reestablished ourselves on the grass for a short while before deciding we would be best placed if we stood on the road leading down the hill. Spacing out our banners and turning slightly towards the oncoming traffic, we were unintrusive but created an unmissable display.  Cars and buses drove by and many people honked and whooped and waved. To be honest, I was surprised at how much support we received. I only noticed one negative reaction: a woman in her car who shook her head slowly and glared at us while moving her hand backwards and forwards above her shoulders.

After a while the flow of cars slowed and then practically stopped. The sun had gone in, the atmosphere was beginning to cool and I put my hoodie back on.

“I think they’ve all gone.” someone observed.

“Shall we go back to the pub?”

I was definitely up for that.

Protesting on the road leaving the prison

The pub was oak tabled, warm and inviting. We ordered drinks, and those of us who got our orders in in time were lucky enough to eat. I shared a few of my chips with Natasha, who had missed the food deadline, and we discussed the events of the day.

Some women had talked to visitors at the prison. One man’s girlfriend had spoken to a new transgender arrival who had told her how much he was looking forward to ‘being with all the ladies’. Another woman had told them that her girlfriend said the men were using the gym with the women and this made her uncomfortable.

We all agreed the protest had gone well and were glad to have been able to offer support to the women in the prison.

“People appreciate it when you say you care about these issues.”

“At least news will get to the women that we know what’s going on and we’re thinking of them and trying to protect them.”

“Some of the visitors have given us their contact details. They want to tell us more.”

“The public are on our side.”

“We should do this again.”

“Men shouldn’t be in women’s prisons, however they identify.”

I took a bite of my veggieburger and a swig of my lime soda.

“I’ll drink to that,” I said.

 

 

 

 

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