Aw shucks. When you don't have any girl cousins to play with, you challenge the boys...rubber gun wars...hurdle jumping...horse racing... my Pancho could outrun the cousins Mabel, Bonny, and Dick! And I was a little tiny girl child. That Quarter Horse of mine could put dirt in their faces!

agreed 100%

Best paragraph in the article:

"Besides, we wanted to grow up. And even then we knew that this entailed confronting suffering. To be an adult means accepting loss, pain, and responsibility. Our culture has become increasingly unable to do this. We now live in an infantile, padded world where everyone is treated as fragile and in need of protection from potential upset."

So true. We live in a world of predatory people (not adults) who refuse to emotionally mature enough to handle problems in positive ways.

Agreed. Some girls do not come into their own at a young age. I know a couple of original tom boys that are LITERALLY the best wives... It's like they comprehend the male energy/desire to be alone better. With children... Great moms..
Catastrophic to think what would happen to them today!

Well I have to admit I did tap the school bully on the head with my baton. I'd warned him to quit picking on the little guys and he just wouldn't listen. His daddy called on my daddy that evening and daddy was heard telling him, "No I doubt she was trying to kill him but he better leave the little kids alone. If she'd wanted him dead you wouldn't be talking to me. She is very good with that baton!"

Good article well worth reading!

I grew up with neighborhood tomboys in the '50s and '60s and we all had a great time. None of this gender crap was pushed on any of us and they grew up to be awesome women with great life experiences.

I just got thru reading about my cousin. He was elected into the Football Hall of Fame! His sister and I used to sit up in a china berry tree and evesdrop on him and his buddies as they were talking about their girlfriends. Boy did we hear a lot.

I was a tomboy, from about 9--12 years old. That is, I wanted to be physically strong, and my father encouraged md to work on the horizontal bar he had put up outside.
I also wanted to be a boy, so I could wear trousers to school, and not dresses. (The petticoats my mother got for me at about that time had a lot of close-fitting elastic which went around my trunk and were very uncomfortable.) But then I read a book that had been loaned to me by a family we had used to live next-door to,
The First Woman Doctor, about Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell. (She was a British-born American.) The book said that when she tried to apply to medical school, one man suggested that she should disguise herself in "masculine attire" to enter the school, and study there that way; but she rejected this suggestion. "But I want to go as a woman," she said. She also said something about the women who were to come after her.
Then I thought about it, and I thought that I shouldn't have to change my body or my sex in order to be treated reasonably, and not go along with false notions about what "femininity" consisted of.
On the last day of school when I was in 6th grade, my teacher sent something on the report card about my deportment in school (I hadn't read that, being interested only in whether I had passed or not--I had), and my parents engaged in a verbal attack on me for "unladylike" behavior; My father seemed to think I was not being naturally feminine because I didn't walk on a line with my butt swinging back and forth, and even took me out in the yard to try to make me walk that way;this went on for some minutes, until I either satisfied him or he gave it up as a bad job. Believe me, I was crying before it was over. He said no man would want to marry me if I didn't walk as he recommended. I thought that marriage was supposed to be for love; why would I love a man who thought like that? So why would I want to walk in that way to impress men I didn't give a d__n about?
After that, it was more often my mother who made remarks like that. (I was hurt, that it was my father who talked like that, I hadn't expected it so much from him). My mother would sometimes say, "Can't you walk with a wiggle?" I had figured that if that walk were natural, it would just happen; since it didn't, it must not be natural; so I wasn't going to attempt it. So when she said that, I would just say, "No."
Sometime later, I saw a short article in a magazine which said that some doctor, whose name I very unfortunately do not remember, had said that the wiggle in a woman's walk was "strictly put on", and not caused by physiology. I made sure I showed it to them. They looked at it, and looked as if they thought there might be something to that. And neither of them ever bothered me about it again.
I did not really want to change my sex; I just didn't want to go along with false notions.
(Though I really did love my [now-deceased] father; I don't think he really believed all that garbage; he just thought that _I _would be better off if I believed it.)

I have a tomboy for a granddaughter with a whopping dino toy collection.
She loved the sizable roaring T-Rex I gave her for Christmas and the crocodile pillow I gave her January 14 on her birthday when she turned seven.
I'm told she very much prefer a remote controlled car than a baby doll.

Finally someone who takes a reasonable approach to the subject. She will likely be "Canceled" because of it but she is correct.

Will tomboy girls be gulled into following suit with "trendy" Burberry fashion campaign glorifying same sex relationships, young women featuring double mastectomies?
https://www.bizpacreview.com/2023/01/...