By Jemima Lewis Published: 6:54PM GMT twenty February 2010
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I longed for this baby to be a lady so unequivocally bad that I motionless to find out the sex in advance, to equivocate an "Ah, well" impulse in the work ward. It"s a boy. Ah, well…
My friends with daughters try to console me, with pure insincerity. "Girls are so pointed and complicated," they contend by that they unequivocally mean: "Look at my crafty daughter sensitively embroidering in the corner, whilst your son roars similar to T rex and smashes saucepans on his head."
Darling, you"re positively unlawful Give Denise Van Outen a job? Not expectedBut there is one apply oneself in that I am relieved to be raising boys: they are doubtful to wish to wear precociously voluptuous underwear. Or outerwear, for that matter. There is no masculine homogeneous of the push-up bra for pre-pubescents, or the fishnet-and-leopardskin wardrobe range not prolonged ago launched by Miley Cyrus"s nine-year-old sister. Most boys can frequency mount still prolonged sufficient to lift on a filthy T-shirt, let alone have their hair straightened and fake eyelashes affixed, similar to Katie Price"s two-year-old daughter.
The "sexualisation of childhood" that David Cameron has betrothed to do conflict with takes the majority viewable fee on girls, since the blurb possibilities distortion mostly in conform and beauty. Small girls, with their chatterbox love of anything spangly, nylon and tasteless, are simply swayed that they wish to skirt similar to pole-dancers. Small boys can frequency be swayed to get ready to go at all.
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