Cinderella Ate My Daughter

The trouble with the book is I talked to people about it. I really should have read to first. Everyone had an opinion. Some defensive, some belittling, some curious.

Overall, it was a fun read. I struggled a bit with the “research” as much of what she references is personal experience or hearsay. But my biggest beef is the lack of ideas of what to do about this problem. Every chapter seems to end with what can be summed up as: that sucks, but what can we do?

That said, I enjoyed it for what it was: an affirmation of my concerns about raising my girls in this world where their choice of favourite colours are pink, pink, or shades of pink.

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