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I always liked boys toys the best, but I wasn't really allowed to play with them. I went to a Catholic pre-school, and spent eight years in a Christian school after that. Anything I wanted to do, that wasn't something a little girl would do, I was 'corrected' by being lectured, and thought of as strange by faculty, and other little girls for having so many friends who were boys and wanting to play football. Rather then have snide, vicious, little girls for friends, who seemed to make fun of you more then they actually played with you. Of course, the term 'lesbian' was thrown around (when they always think they are out of ear-shot), but I wasn't attracted to girls and I didn't grow up attracted to them either, I just didn't want to be treated like all the rest of them, because I didn't have the same interests.
It was a constant conflict in the way I grew up. I'm my Father's only child, and he raised me with AC/DC, "girls don't cry, they wear combat boots", lets watch sports, shoot this gun, do you want a sip of my beer?, lets play video games, mentality. My Mother was always trying to beat that away with dresses, mary-janes, pop-music, 'plucking and waxing is fun' (shudder),Barbie, and shopping trips. And you know which one was/is way more fun? MY DAD'S! Derp.
Girls toys were forced on me, and I had them and I eventually played with them, because well, what else did I have? But mostly it was dumbed down mimicking of what I was told girls are supposed to do AND enjoy: Shopping, "Do you think that hot guy will ask me out?" stuff, it didn't really spark anything creative. I usually just hung out with imaginary friends I conjured instead. My Mother forced me to mature. When she thought I was too old for something, she'd simply swoop into my room when I was at school, put everything she thought I was too old for in a box, and give it away. I'd come home to a cleaned out room, where only a few stuffed animals survived. Then again, she was also the type of person to make me fold my pants over and over again until I got it right.
Personal opinion: The pink aisle is not imaginative. It's all about materialism, having and caring for babies,play kitchens, and shiny diamond-like baubles. Honestly (yeah, it's all coming to a close. Sigh with relief), girls toys don't make great movies, and they already make movies (animated and live-action) about all of the items intended for girls anyway. They may not be huge movies (or blockbuster), but they are there. There is nothing memorable, or worth a huge production where 'girls' toys are concerned.