From Frozen to socialised violence

I don’t know why I got such a shock when I first witnessed the gender stereotype shaming of my son. In fact, I probably got off lightly that he had gotten as far as three and a half before it happened. But I’m guessing I’m probably deluding myself there, because I’m sure it has happened at some stage outside of my beady eye. I just wasn’t there to feel the mother rage and get that sick feeling in my stomach. Continue reading From Frozen to socialised violence