When I say ‘raising gender non-conforming kids is the frontline of feminist mothering‘, I mean that this is really what feminist parenting is.
If you raise your kids by feminist principles, you will have gender non-conforming kids.
Yes, you will.
And, no, not because you have ‘indoctrinated’ the poor sods with all that feminazi stuff like, oh, equal pay and mutual respect, but simply because you didn’t put them in a box and hit them with the freak stick every time they slid a finger out to try and fashion a breathing hole.
My children are in fact remarkably gender conforming, all things considered.
And by ‘all things considered’ I mean of course the vast, encompassing influences brought to bear by society, by advertising, by snotty kids who do live in boxes at home but unfortunately also get let out to go to school with my kids.
By ‘all things considered’ I mean that I have managed in some small, tiny way, to keep the box lid open, just a crack.
Just a crack, but – hopefully? – enough to let them breathe.