FEM2 - Everyone's a little bit sexist
Many of you will have heard the riddle about the car crash and the emergency room doctor, but for the handful of you who haven’t check out the footnote........Did you get it?? Me neither, but I’m not going to beat myself up over it. The vast majority of mid-lifers will have grown up in an environment which means that we’re probably going to carry certain inherent sexist prejudices to the grave. Say ‘racing driver’ or ‘soldier’ and we see a man, ‘ballerina’ or ‘dress-maker’ a woman. ‘Steak’, Gordon Ramsay, ‘cake’ Mary Berry. ‘knitting’ Granny, ‘pipe-smoking’ Grandpa. Bikes and fights for boys, dollies and tea-sets for girls. ‘Rugby’, Jonny Wilkinson, ‘Football’, Wayne Rooney. Ballet, Darcey Bussell, Synchronised swimming ......that blonde woman from Rio 2016. We default to ‘he’ not ‘she’ and ‘he/she’ over ‘she/he’ , fast cars are ‘boys toys’ wimps ‘big girls’, courage is ‘manly’ while collective cowardice typically exhibited by ‘a bunch of old women’.
So to summarise M’Lud in the matter of Mid-lifers versus engrained sexism......Guilty as charged, but sentence to be reduced on grounds of diminished responsibility.
While mid-lifers shouldn’t be punished for the inevitable outcome of decades of chauvinistic hard-wiring, they most certainly should be held to account if they’re not
enough – to hold their hands up when these instances of unwitting prejudice are
highlighted. This is never truer that
when children are also present. Here we
should view our unintentional faux pas as a fantastic opportunity to discuss
why girls can indeed be professional footballers or SAS operatives, boys
ballerinas or mid-wives and that yes the next 007 could indeed be a
wo.............As I said, years of hard-wiring.
 a father and son are in a horrible car crash that kills the dad. The son is rushed to the hospital; just as he’s about to go under the knife, the surgeon says, “I can’t operate—that boy is my son!” Explain..............................................Answer (backwards)...rehtom s’yob eht si noegrus ehT.
 Though in our defence it is actually impossible to say ‘She/he’ without sounding like a very bad Sean Connery impressionist.