I am female. Biologically, I am female. Physically, I am female. Psychologically, I am comfortable being female… but rarely do I ever act like it. One of my modules at university is called Social and Developmental Psychology and I have a lot of work to do after I scraped a pass. My developmental essay consists of two parts: talking about a theory and talking about development in relation to either aggression or gender. I’ve chosen gender. However, I’m not here today to talk about the mountain of theories I’ve just had to put in my notes. No. I’m here to talk about my life from a gender perspective. As a young child, I had typical ‘girl’ toys like Barbie dolls, a dolls’ house, a toy baby and my bedroom assumed more ‘girly’ colours (yellow and pink) but the toy I loved the most, and for which I have the fondest…

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