Neuschwanstein Castle Schwangau, Germany
wow I didn’t know fuckin chocolate eggs were gendered
OKAY LET ME TELL YOU A STORY ABOUT THE FUCKING PINK EGGS.
I work at a concession stand in an ice rink. We sell a bunch of chocolate bars and snacks and shit including Kinder Surprise eggs.
So one day this woman comes up to the counter with her two little kids, a girl who’s probably about 6 or 7 and a little boy, maybe 3 or 4. The mom asks what they want, the little girl points at the Kinder eggs and says “One of those!”. I asked if she wanted the white or the pink egg. She said pink. The little boy pointed to the Kinder eggs and says “One of those!”. I asked if he wanted the white or the pink egg. He said pink. HOLY SHIT IT WAS LIKE I OPENED THE GATES OF HELL. The mom absolutely FLIPPED and was like “YOU ARE NOT GETTING THE PINK EGG IT’S ONLY FOR GIRLS. YOU CAN GET THE WHITE ONE OR NOTHING AT ALL”. The little boy looked at his mom and said “But I want the same as ______ (whatever the sister’s name was)”. The mom completely ignored him and turned to me and gave me a death glare. “He can have the white egg.”
I had to give a little boy a white egg when he wanted the pink so that he could be the same as his big sister and he started crying. The mom just reiterated that the pink egg was for girls and told him that boys don’t cry.
And this is why we shouldn’t gender fucking chocolate eggs.
This is actually a relatively new thing, originally Kinder Eggs were all white like the ones on the left. I don’t know at what point they decided to make ‘girl’s’ Kinder Eggs, but I do not like it.
Holy shit do not even get me started on how moms constantly police their sons’ masculinity. I’ve seen mothers do it WAY more often than fathers.
I used to work at a bakery that specialized in creating custom cakes. We had this feature where we could print out any image off the computer and put it on a cake (with rice paper). One day this lady comes in and asks for an image we had of the baby Sesame Street characters. They’re all together with cake and confetti, and she asks, “Oh, well since it’s a boy, can you please change all of the little pink confettis into blue confetti? I mean, he’s a boy, you know.”
The fucking confetti.
It barely covered 5% of the image.
Another instance was when a lady asked me for an image of four superheroes to put on her son’s cake because her son was turning four. She admitted to not knowing any superheroes, so I offered the most obvious choice—The Fantastic Four. I pulled up a picture of them and she goes, “Oh no no, we can’t have that. Let’s do another one.” Confused, I pulled up a Justice League one with Batman, Superman, The Flash, and Wonder Woman. Again, she said no. I asked her if she needed anything specific (she didn’t know superheroes, why was she so picky?), and she just said, “Oh, it’s just that he’s a boy, you know? We can’t have a girl superhero on his cake.”
I nearly lost my shit. I did temporarily lose my customer service face and ask why, women have been superheroes all the time, Wonder Woman is iconic, etc etc and she was like, “It’s just that my son has been playing with Barbie dolls lately and I really don’t want him to end up… well, you know.”
This shit has got to stop. When you teach boys that certain things are only for girls, you’re limiting them and you’re teaching them that girls or “girly things” are bad. If you want gender equality as an adult, you better make DAMN sure that you’re teaching the same thing to your kids.
So this woman did not want her son to turn out ‘you know’ and her plan for that was to get him a cake with spandex-clad manly men AND ONLY MEN on it? I don’t think she thought that one through too well…
okay I don’t usually write what happens to me under other posts BUT.
My family owns a mini market, we sell a little of everything, including those kinder eggs and other things, so one day I was helping my parents and one of our usual customers comes in with her little son (I think he’s around 7 or 8), and her daughter. When they go in front of the chips’ stand and so she asks her kids to pick up a bag of their choice: the little girl takes a bag of “girl” chips, because there was a surprise in it and it was some figurines of Disney princesses, so her brother looks at her and he picks up the same bag as his sister when without any word, the lady slaps his son’s hand and says “No. This is for girls, you’re a boy, pick up another one”.
I looked at her in shock, like, why do you have to be like that with a little kid?
So my mom, who saw everything, says “I’m sorry, but why? Does it really matter if he picks up a “boy” one?” and this lady looks at us with a painful look in her eyes and she says “I don’t care if he picks up a girly or a masculine one but my husband does” and so I asked her “What do you mean?” and she started telling us that this little kid has a “feminine attitude”, like, he likes to play with his sister’s dolls, to put make up on while his mom is getting ready, to put his mother’s heels, to wear his sister’s dresses and to do other “girl” things and so we asked “and what’s the problem? he doesn’t arm anyone with this, does it?” and this lady was about to cry and said with a crack in her voice “My husband doesn’t want to. He said he prefers to have a dead son than a gay son”.
This “man”, if we should call him so, said that he prefers to have a dead son than a gay son.We looked at her in shock and at that point I lost my shit and I told her “What?! Is your husband aware of the fact that this kid is flesh of his own flesh? Is your husband aware of the fact that this kid, if he is really gay, will have hard times living in this shitty small town in the south of italy? And that he’ll need is family’s support during his teenage years? What the fuck is wrong? A dead son?! Do you know how many parents would prefer to have a gay or trans or whatever son instead of a dead one?”
She told us that I was right, that she thought the same but her husband doesn’t understand because he’s closed mind.
Me and my mom stared at her without knowing what to say but in the end, she bought him the princesses chips and he was really happy.
I mean, doesn’t your kid’s happiness come first? You are his fucking parent, for fuck’s sake, you should be the one to make him comfortable with whoever he is or feels, but no, that asshole prefers to be the father of a dead son.