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I'm a little more proud of my wife for picking this Christmas gift for The Kid

I am convinced that everyone has points in their life where they overthink things and end up overworking themselves to come up with a solution, when an easier, less painful option was available if they just stopped to pay attention. A case in point is this blog post. I started it an hour ago, and scrapped a version that was hideously wordy while not getting to my point.

Another example is kids toys, specifically Lego toys. The comic strip, Lego Friends from the blog Seasonal Depression hits the idea out of the park. Instead of developing an entirely separate line of Legos just for girls, why not add something simple like Lego ponytails to their existing sets and see what happens? As the illustration went viral (I hate that word for popular online content, in case you were wondering), the author Maritsa Patrinos dropped this gem in an interview
I’m sure LEGO’s heart was in the right place and I’m sure they’ve done tons of research to pick their content. But when I saw the men in this documentary talk about how to connect with girls, it sounded a little like they were trying to decipher how to make contact with an alien species.
I won't get on my soapbox about how gender equity or about what happens when good product research goes bad. Rather, I think I'll make sure my daughter continues to get good toys, regardless of what gender they are designed for. In fact, I'm a little more proud of my wife for making sure we got a Melissa & Doug Car Carrier for The Kid this year. Girls can be truck drivers too.

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