I’ve lost track of all the ways in which tiaras, ball gowns and the color pink are ruining any kind of hope for any semblance of an intellectual future for all girls, everywhere.
Barbie is the devil, Cinderella is her first cousin, and math and science are allergies that only afflict girls who play with either of the aforementioned.
Thankfully, there is now a cure that is just as inane as the disease.
Someone named Erika Ebbel Angel, who is an MIT graduate (which means she probably never played dress-up as a kid), biochemist, and former Miss Massachusetts, stars in a science show where she wears a lab coat and — get this! — a tiara! Ta-da! Problem solved!
Hey, look at that! All those girls over there are changing their minds and switching their career aspirations from cocktail waitress in stripper heels to nuclear engineer.
No, really. That happened. To no one ever.
And yet the Dr. Erika Show is still on the air, and she’s still wearing a white lab coat and pageant crown. The show’s producers said the tiara and lab coat has made little girls in the audience say they, too, want to be “princess scientists” (because nothing makes parents burst with pride more than hearing that their daughters want to be the girl, lesser version of a boy thing, right?).
The thought process behind the whole thing, the shows’ producers say, is that girls don’t want to be scientists because they’re not pretty. Because most girls are really dumb like that, apparently, and only see things in the world in terms of pretty or ugly.
Except I hated math and science when I was little (not to mention now that I’m big), and I guarantee you it had everything to do with my skill set lying elsewhere. I sucked at math and science, which lead me to pursue interests that weren’t dreadfully boring at which I also actually excelled. It had nothing to do with the attractiveness of science labs vs. the literal physical attractiveness of reading books and writing stories.
Had a show with a tiara-wearing scientist been available at the time that I was struggling with biology and chemistry, all it would have done is make me waste more time not studying science because I would have been too busy making fun of the clueless scientist thinking that something sparkly would somehow trick me into liking something I didn’t like previously. (P.S. The thing that finally got me interested in math was an awesome tutor who helped break down for me in a logical manner why everything was happening the way it was, and he never once wore a tiara, although he might have had a mole on his cheek that I might have unsuccessfully tried really hard not to always stare at.)
But let’s get back to blaming ugly things for not interesting our apparently very shallow daughters. Because that’s much more fun, isn’t it?
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