Every time I go clothes shopping for my daughter, I want to grab a
sales clerk by the neck and squeeze. It's not their fault, I realize,
but I still want some answers. Why, I want to ask. Why do you
insist on stocking your shelves with tight-legged jeans and open-toes
shoes for girls while boys get to select from huge, roomy dungarees
meant for climbing and swinging and playing?
It's not the embroidered mockeries that really get me -- the rainbows and butterflies and lollipops or whatever. It's the actual design -- fabric stitched together so tight that it makes playing almost impossible.
It's a quiet, playground sexism, one that starts at an ungodly early age.
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