I heard you do.....like a girl all thru my childhood because I had four brothers and no sister. They held up this "gender card" to humiliate me, but that caused me to prove them wrong and learn how to throw a baseball, whistle louder than they could, even get a scar under my chin. But for a long time I gave in to their requests to fix them lunch, iron their clothes.But later I began to say I was born a feminist. No, I will not clean your nasty bathroom while you get to mow the lawn. How many boys does it take to push a lawnmower anyway? I wish I had overcome the hurt when they later held up the "race card" because I chose to marry out of my WASP culture and have 3 beautiful brown children and 7 grandchildren. The first racial insults came from MY family directly spoken to my children.
I didn't realize early enough that I should have held up the "fuck you" card and shaken off their ignorance and moved on happy and proud. Scars take a long time to heal. Angel wings tear easily. Maybe this "attack Marilyn mode" is why I cry easily. It's hard to grown thick skin and I don't want to be an alligator. I am a soft beautiful woman. "Don't worry Mom, old racist white people will die off anyway." Two racist brothers down so far. As far as other families old boy club racists and their girl counterparts, I wish they'd stop leaving racist younger generations behind. I used my best 30 years teaching tolerance. The battle is still being fought. Use your voice, stand up for yourself. Maintain your dignity and self-respect/confidence as a fully empowered, free spirited individual that is connected to a whole world of like-minded sisters and brothers of all colors.