“You are a big fat vagina head!” I heard my youngest son yell.
It was hard not to. We were in the car, the windows were up, and he was yelling at the top of his voice.
It was directed at my oldest son, Chippie’s oldest brother.
“Mum?” came the monotone demand that I do something about this abhorrent behaviour.
I’m guessing the fifteen-year-old wanted me to have words to the seven-year-old about yelling insults at him.
In all honesty, I was in a bit of a bind; the fifteen-year-old was, at that moment, deserving of having some sort of yelling coming his way.
It wasn’t the only bind I was in, either. There are just so many layers of ‘not quite right’ (some may even suggest levels of ‘wrong’) in a comment like that. It was clearly an insult. I could tell by the tone of the yell, the face screwed up in anger, and the vitriol seeping out of the littlest one.
Then there is the whole ‘objectification’ of women’s genitalia to consider. The teaching of respect for women, especially from men, and teaching boys from as young an age as possible.
I thought “Hey, I have one of those!”
A vagina, I mean, not a big fat vagina head (although don’t ask my kids because they’ll possibly disagree with that sentiment. Especially if they have just been arse faces and have lost internet and/or electronic device privileges).
It was that thought that had me thinking about the whole gender genital insult thing … so I turned around to face the two warring offspring.
“He may be annoying,” I tell the seven-year-old. “But calling him a vagina head is not nice. Vagina’s are nice and it’s not okay to use the word to insult others. Okay?”
“Okay,” he replies.
He thinks a bit, and then says “Is Godzilla nice?”
“Yes,” I reply, cautiously and unsure where it is going. “Do you think he’s nice? Is he a nice brother to you?”
“Yes,” he says.
Then he smiles, turns to his other older brother, the middlest child, and in a sweet voice, with added loving overtones, says “Godzilla, you are a big fat vagina head.”
And we all lived happily ever after* … although Godzilla, who had been listening to his iPod the whole time and doing a damn good job of ignorning the stupid and annoying that had been going on was a little confused and unsure whether to be offended or not.
*This may or may not be an accurate description of the events of life that have unfolded since.