I think there is a simple explaination why girls in the past used to dream of their weddings, and that isn’t such a thing anymore: because it was the one time, the one event where they saw a woman actually being the focus of everything and getting what she wants.
Yep it was one of few opportunities women had
I dreamed about getting married when I was a little boy
My mother tried. Maybe she thought it was an important development step, or a kind of ‘appropriate’ play. I have a birthday picture where I apparently received a play wedding gown and was dressed in it for the pictures. I never saw the thing again, or worried about it. I used to receive tons of Barbies, and was praised for never opening them. They thought I was being mature and keeping them safe, LMAO.
Literally seen my girls do both at the same time today. These are far from mutually exclusive
No i did not.
I tried to let the barbies i got as gifts ( and hated but i got the same as my niece ) fly. And was forbidden to ever cremate a toy again.
I drew with my blood ( from tooth that were loose )on balloons. Wanted to make a sort of necronomicon. My mother trew them away every time. I hated that it never got finished.
I would play war in the garden. My nephew lived next to us so he was the enemy. I loved those guns that make real sound from a round red filling to put in the gun. Had a lot off them.
I remember my granddad working with a scyth and to keep my away he said he was the grim reaper ( we call him pietje ) and made his voice low. I did not go away. I loved it when he would turn if i sneaked up to him and take some steps to follow me as the reaper.
And i played with my dog / cat.
And i played with my dog / cat
Did you sew them together?
Somehow… Never hurt my pet.
I made bathtub potions! Body wash, shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, gel, soaps of all kind!
I was hoping it would eventually result in a cool familiar… and one stormy night… it did! Found an awesome tabby cat hunkered down in our outdoor cat house, meant for our claimed claim.
He was hissing and screaming, and stupid me stuck my hand in there and pet him. He stopped being angry the second I touched him. Named him Sublime. It was a common sight to see me walking around the woods wearing him like a scarf. Loved that guy. Miss his dearly. Sweet angel.
I made sink potions and when i stopped put it in a small flask to reuse the potion in the next sink potion.
The flask even looked like it was for a potionStill think i should not have tried to take a sip. Worst pain of my life and as i learned afterwards, very dangerous
We got a Disney princess on our hands! Tamed an angry cat and wore him as a scarf? That’s amazing I love it.
I did not. Marriage was never my dream, ever. But here we are, because my now husband wanted a wedding. I caved at 45.
Everybody made witch soups when they were children, right? There is nothing more fun 🍲
I wasn’t a girl, but magical rituals were our thing. My cousin and I would practice ancient magic processionals in an abandoned lot next door. We’d offer leaves, flowers, and snails for the gods of the hurricane winds before making our wonderful concoctions. 😅
Ooh, cool! I remember making offerings too, but it was to change the weather and stuff like that. Sounds extra fun to go to an abandoned lot for that, more mysterious and spooky 😄
Even as a kid I found that (or talk about that) creepy af.
how is a kid doing it creepy? kids just mimic what they see. they don’t know what it even means, they’ll be an alien cat in 5 minutes, who cares? let them enjoy playing pretend.
I’m not saying I’m against it, just that it bothered me.
An alien cat is something alien & undefined, pretending to get married with a dreamy adult guy and have lots of kids seemed … a bit much.
At any rate I believe playing does clear things up and pre-prepares you for future decision-making about that, that’s prob why play behavior evolved.
An alien cat is something alien & undefined
Dear journal, today I received yet another shock to my sensibilities as I beheld a sight that was as ghastly as it was queer; made all the more troubling by the bucolic setting in which it appeared. I found that my child had drawn a cat that was not a cat. The unnameable thing had all the features of a feline and yet it was not of this world. I can scarcely describe the effect that viewing such an image has on the human mind, and to spare anyone who might read this journal in the future I will not attempt to do so.
The cat reading that diary at 3am (just before the zoomies):
It’s heteronormativity, that’s why it’s creepy imo. An alien cat is creative and spontaneous, playing marriage is following the script that society expects us to.
It’s not bad on the kids part, ofc, but as a former little girl married to a woman, I’m sad that I had to face a lot of deep seated feelings that I was somehow ‘doing marriage wrong’. It would be great if kids just…got to figure themselves out.
Addendum - it’s also weird to have little kids fantasizing about marriage, or their perfect adult spouse, could not agree more. Stop projecting onto kids.
Yes.
Heteronormies that sparkle under the gentle light of gas lamps and that will defend that as the only acceptable default even at the cost of their own little lives (but at least they prevented the total & sudden collapse of society!), just like the little soldiers they aren’t.
I built towns and houses.