In this post, all I wish to do is share an incident that happened about 5 years ago, before I started Girls’ Angle. I’m not going to interpret it, analyze it, or draw any conclusions here… just describe what happened.
It was a Fourth of July weekend and I was with family and friends. These friends collectively happen to have many more daughters than sons. One evening, I was at a table with many of their daughters showing them how to fold origami jumping frogs.
The girls, who ranged in age from about 5 to 10, were having a blast! They were getting such a kick each time the frog went pop! They were making “frog families” organized by color, pattern, and size of the origami paper. One girl experimented with putting a small frog on a big one and seeing what happened if the big one popped or if she could somehow get both to pop at the same time. Another kept pushing herself to fold a smaller one. They experimented with different paper thicknesses. One of them was even practicing trying to make the frogs hop along in what she perceived to be a more realistic, frog-like manner… hop hop hop… hop hop hop…
Over from the other corner of the room, one of the sons noticed the commotion and became curious. He was about 7 or 8 at the time.
He came over and asked, “What are you all doing?”
One of the girls answered, “We’re making jumping frogs!”
He said, “Can you show me how?”
She led him through the folding steps, and before long, he had a jumping frog all his own. He set up the frog carefully and prepared to make his first jump ever.
His instant reaction: “My frog jumped higher than Yours!”
I remember a couple of girls glanced at each other and the other girls sort of just ignored him, but they had no other response.