Yesterday during Easter dinner at my sister's house my nephew who is only four years old said something I thought was first of all hysterical and secondly fits in perfectly with this class.
He was telling the story of how him and his mom went to see the Easter Bunny (might I add that it wasn't a very fluid story and very difficult to understand) and his mom made him explain to us why he wouldn't take a picture with the Easter Bunny. He went on to explain how scared he was, and eventually grabbed spider man and went off to save the world in his own imagination. As my sister continued the story she said something to the effect of "I didn't think he was that scary" (referring to the Easter Bunny)
My nephew stopped saving the world (very dramatically I might add) and was absolutely appalled. He continues by saying "The Easter Bunny is not a 'he', he's a girl" We all kind of laughed, so I asked what do you mean?
"He's a girl, he was wearing pink"
As funny as the situation was especially that his grammar was so inconsistent it really made me start thinking, what gender is the Easter Bunny. I guess I had never really thought of it before, but if I had to assume, I would have assumed he was male, but I have no idea why I would make that assumption.
And how silly yet logical was my nephews connection between what colors the Easter Bunny was wearing and how the Easter Bunny might identify their own gender. Especially with all the media my nephew is exposed to and how heavily it's saturated with girls wear pink and boys wear blue.
It left me wondering why it is that we connect colors to gender not only in humans but in anything that can be assigned gender.
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