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February 28, 2005

When I was a boy

The last word on the latest gender kerfluffle belongs to songwriter Dar Williams. (I was a boy too, I still am sometimes, and I bet most of you girls can say the same. If this song raises a small lump of grief in your throat, I don't need to say more.)

When I Was A Boy

I won't forget when Peter Pan
came to my house, took my hand.
I said I was a boy; I'm glad he didn't check.
I learned to fly, I learned to fight,
I lived a whole life in one night,
We saved each other's lives out on the pirate deck.
And I remember that night when
I'm leaving a late night with some friends
And I hear somebody tell me it's not safe,
someone should help me.
I need to find a nice man to walk me home.

When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom,
Climbed what I could climb upon.
And I don't know how I survived,
I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.
And you can walk me home,
but I was a boy, too.

I was a kid that you would like, just a small boy on her bike,
Riding topless, yeah, I never cared who saw.
My neighbor come outside to say, "Get your shirt,"
I said "No way, it's the last time, I'm not breaking any law."
And now I'm in a clothing store,
and the sign says less is more,
More that's tight means more to see,
more for them, not more for me.
That can't help me climb a tree in ten seconds flat

When I was a boy. See that picture? That was me:
Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees.
And I know things have gotta change,
They got pills to sell, they've got implants to put in,
they've got implants to remove.
But I am not forgetting
that I was a boy too.

And like the woods where I would creep,
it's a secret I can keep,
Except when I'm tired,
except when I'm being caught off guard.
I've had a lonesome awful day,
the conversation finds its way
To catching fire-flies out in the backyard.
And so I tell the man I'm with
about the other life I lived,
And I say "now you're top gun,
I have lost and you have won."
And he says, "Oh no, no, can't you see?
When I was a girl, my mom and I we always talked,
And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked.
And I could always cry,
now even when I'm alone I seldom do.
And I have lost some kindness,
But I was a girl too.
And you were just like me, and I was just like you."

Like the nice lady scientist said:
"We adults may think very different things about boys and girls, and treat them accordingly, but when we measure their capacities, they're remarkably alike . . . . In that [ 5 months through 7 years ] age span, you see a considerable number of the pieces of our mature capacities for spatial and numerical reasoning coming together . . . But while we always test for gender differences in our studies, we never find them."

Judith | 02/28/05 at 04:18 PM | Categories: Life and how to live it

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Considering a sex change?

Anonymous | February 28, 2005 07:30 PM

If that's what you thought of, then you didn't get it.

Judith | February 28, 2005 07:48 PM

So sex differences that were tested for did not occur up to age 7.

This tells us what is pretty obvious. The major differences don't begin until after puberty.

OTOH I remember as a youth (age 10 of before) drawing "war pictures". Mostly airplanes strafing the "bad guys". Lots of guys did them.

I never saw any girls make such drawings.

M. Simon | March 1, 2005 01:57 PM

I didn't make fighter plane drawings, but I didn't do flowers either.

The queer community has gifted us with a useful concept, that "gender" is real but not of only two flavors, and not necessarily confined to particular genital configurations. Jung's "animus" and "anima" (which both women and men have) are earlier iterations of this idea.

Judith | March 1, 2005 05:17 PM

My friend and I would play ‘the Avengers’ when we were little – we’d dress up like Diana Rigg and practice our judo chops while her brother sat quietly in a corner drawing Army tanks.

There aren’t many female mathematicians, but there are lot of female lawyers and mountain climbers. Women sail around the world, they fly stunt planes and 747s. We can still be ‘boys’ if we want to.

maryatexitzero | March 1, 2005 06:03 PM

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