I’ve never been particularly enamoured with pumpkin. The only exception I can recall is a delicious pumpkin ice cream pie that my aunt used to make for family gatherings.
When I first tried the now-infamous pumpkin spiced latte in 2010, I was immediately turned off by the weird peachy colour and sweet pumpkin taste. Because of this, I was – and continue to be – shocked by the meteoric rise in popularity.
Yep! You read that correctly. I’ve travelled south from the sea bound coast and have settled in Baltimore, Maryland in the ol’ U.S. of A.
Listen, I’m as surprised as you are. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a devout Haligonian (now as much as when I first arrived seven years ago). I will continue to proselytize the virtues of Nova Scotia to any and all during my tenure abroad — don’t you fret about that. Alas, a research opportunity for my partner arose here that was too good to pass up. So, for the next 2 years, I will be blogging about life as a displaced Canadian (with every intention of returning to my home and native land).
Despite my heartbreak when leaving NS, I’ve decided to embrace this experience with open arms. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to feeling a wee bit culture shocked here already. It’s so interesting how close we can be geographically, yet still be so uniquely different cities. (And we both know my politics don’t align with the current US agenda…to put it lightly.)
The other day I was at a local thrift store searching for some vintage kitchen treasures when I strolled past the toy section. I stopped. dead. in. my. tracks. WHAT THE EFF IS THIS? Oh, I’ll tell you what it is. It’s a list of “the best toys for boys” and “the best toys for girls” separating into two toy sections.
Well, I OBVIOUSLY could not allow this to stand. I mean, I can still barely wrap my brain around how it was even happening. Did I open a door to the past?
Take a look at that image. The “girl’s toys” are Barbies, dresses, and jewellery. On the sign for boys, there are pictures of video games, building toys, a tent, and superheroes. What the actual hell?
So, I went into the “boy” section, grabbed a big car and placed it directly under the girls only sign.
Then, I went into the “girl” section, found the biggest, pinkest toy I could, which happened to be a sweet My Little Pony, and positioned it to peek around the boy toy sign.
Oh, hello My Little Pony! I hope a nice young boy finds joy in your sweet face and pretty blue hair!
Come on people. Toys don’t have genders. Any child can find joy in playing with any type of toy. It’s 2016 and we still need to waste energy on this BS? I’m so over sexism. I can’t even.