A couple in Sweden is raising their child, named Pop, as an “it,” and say they are keeping the toddler’s gender a secret. This decision, they said, came from their “feminist” philosophy that gender is a social construct—they believe “it is cruel to bring a child into the world with a blue or pink stamp on their forehead.”

Chelsea Sarvis, a senior at South Carolina’s Chapin High School, wants to wear pants to her graduation. But according to Principal Mike Satterfield (surprise, surprise, it’s a male), unless she wears a dress, she won’t be attending. That’s right—if she doesn’t conform to what I thought were antiquated stereotypes and flaunt a “feminine” frock, she won’t be able to go to her own graduation.

Saturn debuted its “Total Confidence” campaign earlier this month, aiming to help automobile buyers make car payments if they lose their jobs. Yes, this is a great idea during this recession, but the ad missed the mark. In the original commercial, Saturn retailer Jim Smith talks about how losing your job and your car would be the worst ever, saying, “Honey, I’m home! Lost my job! Don’t have a car! What’s for dinner?” When we first saw the ad, we were a little offended by this line. Jim’s partner is responsible for making dinner? He just expects dinner to be ready for him when he gets home? Maybe the two take turns preparing the evening meal, and in this instance it was his night off—or maybe “honey” is a man—but we doubt it. Commercials should be advancing parity, not reinforcing visions of ‘50s housewives setting a giant pot roast on the table as their husbands walked through the front door.

We weren’t the only ones who found the commercial dated. Now we’ve started seeing a tweaked version airing. Basically, it’s the same ad without the “What’s for dinner?” line. Thank goodness they wised up and changed it—we don’t want men assuming we can cook ... because we can’t. Keep reading to watch the edited version of the ad.

Recently, I rambled about The Big Switcheroo – men and women adopting each other’s worst gender behaviors. The diatribe was equal parts self-indulgence and genuine confusion. Are men really becoming needy, emotional leeches and women emotionally void predators?  I suppose no one said the collective lurch towards equality was going to be pretty. And I’d like to add that it seems no one is really having any fun. It’s never fun being someone who you’re not.

But enough Danny Downer.