They are BOYS’ socks, dammit. They are masculine socks. They are woven from the finest grass-fed testosterone. They are in BOY COLORS.
They are in STRONG COLORS. Not a pastel among them. Those are MANLY colors. Girls can’t wear colors like that, they can’t carry the weight.
Besides, they have dinosaurs on them. Duh. Girls can’t wear dinosaur socks! What rock do you live under? Girls can wear flower socks, birdy socks, baby bunny socks – not dinosaur socks. Only boys can wear dinosaur socks, because boys can stand up to dinosaurs but girls get squashed by them.
Girls’ socks:
Boys’ socks:
I hope we’ve got all that clear now.
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14 responses to “Feet have gender too you know”
This is incredibly unfair! Boys can grow up to be heart surgeons, too. I think all the socks should be boys’ socks. Girls don’t need socks anyway, as they don’t go with stilettos.
What’s WRONG with this Jenny Eastop person? Here Peacocks are trying to help poor Harry Josephine Giles with his workload so he can have a day off from all that unpaid gender production, and she just goes and gives clearly labeled boy socks to a girl.
Cats and dogs living together, I tell you.
Oh, dear, I would hate to accidentally wear boys socks. Though I suppose, with my feet, they would have to be men’s socks. Boys socks probably wouldn’t fit my size nine feet. That’s all right, then, because I often wear men’s t-shirts (I prefer the loose cut). I almost always get men’s pants for my field pants, because I need all the pockets. So, yeah, I could add a pair of men’s socks. In fact, I have some men’s socks, and nothing bad has happened to me while wearing them, at least, nothing out of the ordinary bad. And nothing caused by the fact that i was wearing socks that had been marked “men’s” in the store.
#2 – You probably just don’t notice because you have the pants on, but every time you wear those men’s pants, you sprout a penis and some testicles. They just immediately get reabsorbed when you pull the pants down, especially so when you do it for a sit-down pee.
Just like men must never wear anything pink lest their balls fall off!
We need to inform One Million Mums that some women are up to such horrible things, so they can petition for women-proofing men’s garments.
It’s funny, most of the socks I wear are designed and made for cycling. I like them because they are durable as heck, very comfortable and I can get them in an ever changing array of colours (including black for office wear). Because of the quite complex construction they never bunch or crease and are a firm, but not painfully tight fit.
I say it’s funny because the site that sells them specialises in cycle gear, and while the tops and shorts are divided into mens and womens for anatomical reasons, sock are just sold as socks. Small, medium and large. My beloved owns many the same colour and style as me, except 1 size smaller. Laundry day is always fun.
Gee, nobody better tell all those boys wearing dinosaur socks that at least half the dinosaurs that ever existed were female…
What they identified as is is anyone’s guess.
@Rob
LifeHack: Get some sock clips in different colors, clip your socks together before putting them in the laundry and save a lot of time.
What? Next you’ll be telling me they sell sliced bread as well! Madness.
My socks have bicycles all over them, and I buy identical ones in a larger size for my brother-in-law.
My socks are plain and currently not on my feet. I’m in the Southern hemisphere occasionally listening to the trill of a woodland kingfisher in a sun drenched garden, watching white eyes playing in a water feature.
I’m sure someone is going to figure out a way to draw a very marketable gender divide down all of that, which can then be subdivided further and further into ever more marketable niches, but right now? Life’s good.
You know kids, I wish every mom
and dad would make a speech to their
teenagers and say kids, be free,
be whatever you are, do whatever you
want to do, just so long as you don’t hurt anybody.
And remember kids,
I am your friend.
I would just like to say that it is my conviction
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male’s emergence from his drab camoflage
Into the gaudy plumage
Which is the birthright of his sex
There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage
And fine feathers are not proper for the male
When ac—tually
That is the way things are
In most species.
(“My Conviction.” Hair)
Bonus points. I just went to the Peacocks site, out of curiosity. While direct comparisons were difficult, they do seem to charge the same for roughly similar packages of socks. (So a five-pack of simple-patterned socks will be priced the same whether they’re ‘girls’ or ‘boys’ socks, and likewise a 2-pack of ‘picture’ socks like the ones above will be the same, even though the pictures are different.)
However, guess which gender just happens to get the super-economy 7-pack of plain gray socks, the kind that would be ideal for a parent on a budget who just wants to make sure their kid has clean pairs for the entire week?
Wrt to the hair lyrics, I was told something similar by a member of the Potawatomi, that they feel males should wear makeup, feathers, beads, etc., and females should dress more plainly, as this was in line with nature.
Skeletor, yeah, I’ve heard that too, but I don’t like that either. It still assumes that ridiculous dichotomy. There is a reason for that in nature; females need to be obscure so they don’t draw attention to the nest, they blend in with the surroundings. Human females have no such need.
We need to quit assuming that humans need to do everything the way other animals do it. We are our own animal. A peacock is a different animal than a human male, and a peahen different than a human female.
Why do we have to establish some sort of “proper” hair, dress, and face paint for either sex? We don’t have the ecological imperative to hide the nest.
Time to break away from all gender dichotomies regarding superficial appearance (and, of course, the idea that there is some sort of gender dichotomy of thinking/feeling).