This fall’s cyber-hubbub over GoldieBlox got me
thinking. One of the better evaluations of the new toy that aims to interest
girls in STEM (sciences, technologies, engineering, math) was that
of Deborah Siegel. I tend to agree that princess-coated though it be,
GoldieBlox weighs in on the plus side in terms of its objective, which leads me
to dig further down to the matter of teaching our daughters (and sons) about
feminism.
Before anyone can counter, “But why are you
indoctrinating them ‘one way or another’?” let me say that I firmly believe there is a place for indoctrinating them, if that’s what you want to call it.
Humans have inhabited the earth for – what? – 10,000 years, and for about 9,800
of those years, patriarchy dominated. And it still dominates. So our daughters are
getting plenty of it, packaged quite slickly and going down oh-so-smoothly. So,
yeah, I’m gonna indoctrinate, and I’m not apologizing.
So, once we’ve decided to introduce our daughters
to feminism, how do we go about it? It’s indeed a daunting task, so I’m here to
de-dauntify it. Just as Caitlin Moran distilled feminism thusly [paraphrasing; I
couldn’t find the exact quote]: “If I have to worry about it and men don’t, it’s
sexism.” Ready examples are removing body hair and walking unaccompanied after
dark. While Moran’s formula works beautifully, it’s a bit out of reach for our
little ones. Therefore, along the same lines, I suggest introducing this query
into your household lexicon: “Where are the girls?”
The beauty of this query is that as soon as you
start asking it, it fits in in every circumstance. For instance, as soon as my
kids were old enough to be read to (that starts with picture books before age
one, right?) I edited the text in real time. And you know what? They never
questioned it, even after they themselves could read. Once you start doing this
regularly, you’re surprised to find that nearly every character in children’s
books — and invariably the animal characters — can easily be referred to as “she”.
There’s no reason on earth that any of the three little pigs, nor the wolf, can’t
be females, is there? Once you start asking, “Where are the girls?” there’s no
limit to incorporating the answer everywhere, including using “she” and “her”
as your default pronoun.
I knew I’d gotten through when my eldest, at the
age of seven, was playing with a deck of cards, and she asked me, “Ima, if
there’s a násich [Hebrew for “jack”], how come there’s no nisichá?
[would-be “jill”, if she existed]. Yay! I thought. She gets it! She’s
begun asking ‘Where are the girls?’” Because when you get down to it, where
girls and women are absent, there’s an imbalance, and the odds are it’s due to
sexism. Yet it’s within our power to correct that imbalance early, at least
linguistically and theoretically, which is where all education begins.
Which brings me back to GoldieBlox: If we use the
yardstick “Where are the girls?” then GoldieBlox has answered correctly: They’re
right there, front and center — constructing, making, thinking, strategizing, producing.
And isn’t that, after all, where we want them?