The Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera Model (thanks a lot dad)

I always find it strange when I see parents tell their young daughters not to play with what are considered toys ‘made’ for boys. When I was young, my parents never bothered to make such a distinction, even when I showed more of an interest in a car than a doll house. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy playing with dolls, it’s just that I found cars to be more fun. I felt that cars were so much more relatable than dolls because I hadn’t really been exposed as much to the world of television where Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse reigned supreme. Instead, I enjoyed the fun that came with car rides. It represented, to my young mind, a sense of adventure. It meant that we could go anywhere we wanted to and all we had to do was get in.

In fact, I could very much blame my dad for my addiction to cars. He had a collection of model cars that were displayed all over our house, so I basically grew up around them. I distinctly remember the black Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera being the car of my dreams and my personal favorite to steal off the bookshelf and take for a ride. Regardless, it’s a fact that I’ve never felt the need to distinguish between toys as meant for specific genders. I grew up playing with all kinds of toys and in the end, I still had fun with them.



Signing off for now,

Reality Sucks

Comments

  1. SLZFebruary 11, 2024 at 8:57 PM

    Cars are weird. That's my only thought

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2024 at 12:09 AM

    The vars stereotype is so real. My cousin and I used have a collaborative collection of every single hot wheels car either of us got and my cousin is a boy but me being a girl got alot of comments say "wouldn't you rather being playing with dolls or something". I didn't understand why then and frankly i still don't now but it just proves that the stereotyping is real and it affects everyone.

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