i am duckie, sometimes called caolan. i am 19. i am a georgetown uni student, and will hopefully remain so for the next 4 years. i am a poshingtonian. i am genderfluid. i prefer the pronouns "they," "them," "their," etc. i am pansexual, though also gray-asexual. i am an aspiring music douche and, ultimately, music therapist. i am a sex educator (which sometimes makes this blog NSFW). i am not particularly healthy in the head. i am an asshole. i am sorry. i am a social justice blogger. i am not sorry. i am genderfunkadelic. most importantly, i am a sexy lumberjack.
i almost regret quitting gospel choir because every week the president sends out an email that includes at least one pun. this week she requested the following for our attire: “bring out your finest colours as summer comes to a clothes.”
Telling your son not to “be such a girl” lets his sister who overhears the conversation know that being a girl is not a good thing and she should be sorry and ashamed of herself.
It also reminds your son that being a boy is better than being a girl and therefore he is better than any girl he will ever meet.
In russian if you cry you get called a cabbage. Vote to change “dont be such a girl to “dont be such a cabbage” say I.
in french you say “mon petit chou”* (“my little cabbage”) as a term of endearment so if i call you cabbage please continue to be cabbage
*i use the masculine form of the pronoun and adjective because that is the androcentric “neutral.” however, the history of gendered language is a long and complicated one, which you should absolutely read up on. here are some very short and easy-to read explanations.