“Everybody’s Fancy” is a song I remember hearing back when I watched Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood years ago with my own child. But I recall thinking that the message seemed a bit unnecessary. Why did kids need reassurance about remaining boys or remaining girls?
Ah, but how the times have changed. I have come to think of the song as both important and prescient. Perhaps Fred Rogers was merely concerned at the time with castration anxiety in kids or something of that sort. The idea that “some are fancy on the outside” and some “on the inside” seems to be a cute-ish way of referring to boys and girls, respectively. The message is of body integrity, goodness, and wholeness, about which today’s children probably need a ton of reassurance. Unfortunately, they’re not watching Mr. Rogers anymore.
If Mr. Rogers were alive to sing this song today, he’d probably be banned. Pay particular attention to the second verse:
Now we have a whole different approach to the subject. Typical are “educational” tools such as this workbook recommended for ages as young as five.
From one of the negative reviews of the book (most are positive, by the way):
If your child wasn’t confused before he/she will be after going through this “workbook.” Perpetuates gender stereotypes & full of leading questions.
Perhaps that’s the point. A few of the many activity titles: Breaking Out of the Binary, My Space In the Spectrum, Is Social Transition Right for Me?
And here’s a quote from the first activity:
When babies are born, one of the first things people want to know is, “Is it a girl?” or “Is it a boy?” It’s like people need to know the answer to these questions before they know how to think or feel about another person. Some people think if they know the sex of a person, they know the gender of a person. They believe those two words mean the same thing. Nope. No. Wrongo!The label of “boy” or “girl” given to a baby at birth and a person’s gender are two different things, and for some people the two are quite different. This might sound complicated, but knowing your own gender can be rather simple. Most importantly, each person has the right to know and declare their own gender. You are the expert when it comes to your gender!
There are almost undoubtedly plenty more books of this sort, introducing very young children to the idea that body-mind duality is the norm: that body and mind/gender are not in unity but are completely separate entities. They also teach that it is a young child who is the expert on this – once that child has looked at the workbook, preferably, but possibly even before.
Later on we get the following:
People have a mistaken belief that having a penis means you are a boy and having a vulva means you are a girl . . . . The truth is that bodies come in many forms and lots of children don’t fit the mold.
Little children have no way to refute this propaganda. But actually, although sex is not determined only by these two things, penis or vulva (and by the way, “vulva” is an anatomically incorrect word for this purpose because it only refers to the external female genitalia), those things are an excellent guide in 99.98% of cases.
The number of intersex people is actually vanishingly small (true prevalence is .018%, despite activists’ attempts to artificially inflate those numbers by redefining non-intersex conditions as intersex). And we know a great deal about what causes such conditions and even in the vast majority of those cases are able to discern the person’s actual biological sex, male or female. The system is binary, and the existence of very rare cases that may be a bit confusing initially has nothing to do with this binary fact of human sexual dimorphism.
This used to be considered common sense, and the non-controversial message of public television and education, as well as therapists, was to reassure children that their bodies—whether boy or girl—were as they should be. But common sense has become much less common.
[Neo is a writer with degrees in law and family therapy, who blogs at the new neo.]
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