It’s always interesting to me to see where random gender stereotypes pop up in my day-to-day life. Sometimes we can go an entire day without anything making me pause and go hmm… Other times I feel as if my day is just one huge flashing advertisement for gender stereotyping. And then, there are those times when it happens to take you by surprise.
Today was one of those days.
Amongst a string of today’s errands was a quick stop at the local bank. In fact, we didn’t even have to go inside, but rather were able to accomplish our task from the drive through window. As we wrapped up, the teller took a look into the backseat. Normally they ask if we’d like a sticker, so the words “yes, please” were right at the tip of my tongue. So, the actual question that came out of the teller’s mouth certainly threw me for a loop.
“Boy or girl?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. If I was a less secure mama, I would have thought a passing look of judgement crossed her face.
“Um…boy?” I questioned back, unsure of what was going on.
She nodded and proceeded to flip through her massive stack of stickers, presumably looking for one appropriate enough for a boy. In the few seconds that passed, I started wondering what sort of stickers weren’t acceptable?
(Can we just pause for a second to even ponder the fact that somebody would even ask this of a 4 year old? Sure, perhaps she couldn’t see clearly into my car…I’d grant that, but then there’s still the issue that apparently there are some stickers only allotted for girls and others just for boys. Can you tell I’m still shaking my head over all of this?)
Usually, they just grab a sticker and pass it through those mini automated doors.
Sometimes we get lucky and it’s a cute animal sticker.