Agrippina wrote:I'm also more concerned about the kid's name. FFS who names their bloody kid "Storm." By default it is thought to be a girl's name and then if the kid is a boy, he will be teased by his classmates the minute he arrives at school.
Hm. Maybe it's a cultural thing, but I'd never think "Storm" would by default be a girl's name. In fact, to me it vaguely conjures an image of a fake name for a movie stuntman or wrestler or something.
Anyway, when I first read this story I thought it would provoke disapproval for such reasons as "the child can't consent to the experiment" and the risk of it growing up without a sense of "self" and whatnot (some of that is mentioned in the story). But if we're logical about it, none of us "consent" to the way we're raised, and plenty of people raised in the most "traditional" ways of any culture are severely messed up. So neither of those arguments are valid, in my opinion.
I was raised in sort of a mish-mash way, when it comes to gender identity. I was dressed as a girl, mostly, and always liked that (and still do). But I was never pushed toward (or gravitated to) any other "girly" things such toys or even types of play. Dolls? Ick. I wanted stuffed animals. Play house? Are you kidding me? Let's play explorer or detective (a la Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys)! But I wasn't a "tomboy" either, also lacking the "traditional" male attributes of competitiveness/aggressiveness.
It did make for a bit confusion in the early teen years, trying to figure out where I fit in in the world of women and men, but in retrospect I think I had it easier than many of my friends who were more confined to one or the other. When I think of the turmoil so many teens go through, it makes my skin crawl. I just decided I was a bit different, and carried on from there. I've had a very happy life, so far.