My mother, in the initial throes of early 70s feminism, sent me to the NOW Day Nursery for a while when I was 3. It was operated by NOW so you’d think the girls would all be encouraged to play with trucks and climbs trees or something. But the weird thing was that the women who worked there taking care of the kids would always fuss over the little girls who came in wearing frilly dresses. I was a tomboy and wore pants and was the tree-climbing type, and I felt ignored and left out. I came home asking my Mom to buy me pink frilly dresses with ruffles and underskirts to make them pouf up at the sides. She did some investigating and found that the caretakers at NOW were about as far from feminists as you could find. She pulled me out of there (it was either that or buy me a new Shirley Temple style wardrobe.)

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