Last “pets” we had were some reptiles, among them 2 lizards, turned out a male and female. Next thing we know there’s a tiny lizard. It didn’t take long for dear old dad and baby boy to start having the lizard equivalent of pissing contests. I, meanwhile, am writing a dissertation on Masculinity in/& the Conquest of Mexico and just *knew* that dad was going to off his “competition” –lo and behold…. daddy made sure that mommy would be “faithful” to him, and him alone. I was fascinated and horrified.

As for the puke pink and bully blue, wtf on the lack of imagination amongst the toy-makers? To me, just another argument against the corporate-ification of our lives. As we approach the toy-shopping extravaganza that is late December, I shudder at having to actually look at what’s out there to spend my hard-earned money on for the assorted kiddies. ugh.

Yay for accidentally messing with gender binaries!

There’s an old joke told here in Georgia: Two UGA fans (both men) go to a game. They see Uga (the UGA mascot, a bulldog) hanging out on the field. As the game goes on, they get drunker and drunker and start talking about how amazing Uga is. Uga then sits down and starts licking on his nether regions. One of the fans says, “Man, I wish I could do that,” and the other responds, “THAT DOG WOULD BITE YOU.”

…might be funnier when my dad tells it, since he does voices.

I’m always disturbed at the hot pink/baby blue binary in the accessories I get my cats. Sure, my female cat Persephone has a pink collar, and my family’s male cat, Charlie, has a blue one, but that’s more about what looks cute and less about gender. I see no point in getting anything in specific colors for animals since they can’t tell the difference, anyhow.

Becky, do you think male humans are jealous of male dogs? (I bet Kevin Smith would say they are. *grin*)

My mum explained using the correct terminology of what happened when our two “boy” dogs (one was called “fluffy” and the other “sunny”) decided they really liked each other and became stuck together.
Let’s just say mum got called up to the school, after a couple of her kids wrote and draw a stories about two “boy” dogs who liked each other that they got stuck. I think the word “penis” is what got the teachers’ each time.

I’m famous for naming boy cats with girls’ names. I’m just giving them names that seem to fit them, and I know they couldn’t care less. It’s fun to watch people coo and say “Aw, Nutmeg, what a pretty little girl you are!” knowing it’s all in their minds.

Sorry to hear about your little babies, MKP.

Are we really so terribly unsure of our genders that we have to assign rigid, cliched gender roles to every single bloody thing on the planet? Some folks out there need to grow the hell up.