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rather than letting others define you based on your gender and what you should be doing to live up to that stereotype, mix it up. be who you are, no matter who that is, no matter how you have to express yourself. just be. who are you? you can be anyone. rather being defined, just define yourself. can you be vague? just try. just live.

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while our society does offer many opportunities for children to grow up and be whoever they want to be, live however they want to live, and think however they want to think, the children of today are still distressed by the gender stereotypes that we have fitted to our culture. both girls and boys need to learn that as they grow up, they should to be free to express their emotions and opinions in any healthy way, no matter what sex their way of expression suits. gender stereotypes are stealing opportunities away from our youth to go in whatever direction they choose, simply because they are being told that they have to live up to certain expectations as boys or girls. we can find a solution to this issue. as today's kids and teens develop, we need to teach them that they have the ability to express themselves however they want to--whether it be through playing with trucks, dolls, or both. Whether it be liking the color pink, the color green, or the entire rainbow. Whether it be crying when frustrated, or getting angry. our children should not be limited in modes of expression simply because of their sex. by teaching the children of today that they can express themselves in any healthy way they choose, we are opening an entire avenue of ideas for girls and boys to explore that they might not have considered before. through this, we can ensure that the adults of tomorrow will be diverse, independent, real, and content in their true selves.

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2 August 09
“ It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, ‘Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.’ Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping Madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll—then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
— Zadie Smith (via doskapozora) (via tobia)

Reblogged: tobia

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh
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