by Aquarius » Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:09 am
Here's the thing that's tripping me out:
A costume choice or a color preference is being treated like something that's going to somehow seal their fate for the rest of their lives. Put the kid in a Ramones tee shirt; it doesn't make him a punk rocker any more than a Halloween costume or a pink visor defines his sexuality or his gender identification.
And what about all the men who've made a lot of money by putting on dresses? Benny Hill? Flip Wilson? Martin Lawrence? Jamie Farr?
And about Jamie Farr--I grew up watching MASH when it was in production. My mom loved it, both sets of my grandparents loved it. Klinger was my favorite. And--remember, I was just a tiny kid when the TV show premiered--it never once occurred to me to question the character's sexuality. To my young mind, he was just a guy who liked to wear dresses. I understood that he did it because it was silly (though I wasn't yet old enough to understand that the show was taking place in the 1950s--the non-authentic 1970s hair and makeup didn't help that!) and if the Army thought he was silly enough, they'd send him home.
Now here's the crucial thing, which proves that kids learn this stuff from their parents: not once did my mom or grandparents explain to me, even when I was older, about homosexuality or the conception that people who were gay or cross-dressers were somehow "sick." So even as I learned about these concepts, it never occurred to me think that there could be something wrong with it. Yes, I was aware that there were boys who liked boys. I was aware that there were girls who liked girls. And I was aware that there were boys, like Klinger, who liked to wear dresses.
It wasn't until I started talking to other children on the playground that I knew so many other people felt otherwise. And I thought they were insane. Can you imagine some of the arguments I got into? "If a boy wears dresses, he's gay." "Nuh-uh, what about Klinger?" Unlike the other children, I hadn't been conditioned to have those preconceptions.
So I guess in some weird way, Jamie Farr's beloved character was an accidental role model for me.
What do we learn from this? That parents should make their kids watch MASH? I don't know. But I do know that children can be raised to not have these biases against other people--even when they're raised by people who DO have those biases--because I lived it.
Don't get me wrong, no one in my family is a raging homophobe or hater, but they are products of their generations, sharing the attitudes and misconceptions of their times. They don't get freaked out at the drop of a dime--my mom especially, who is a product of the 1960s--but, let's just say that if I brought home a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend, my church-going grandma and I might have to have a talk first. She loves me and it would be okay, but it would definitely challenge the way she thinks the world ought to work.
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