see...speaking of, why are houseplants seens as a feminine hobby? but gardening isn't? seems really odd.
What do mean gardening isn't gay?
I've mentioned this story around here before, but I'll tell it again here because it's germain to the topic.
I recall when I was young - 6 or 7 years old - my mom refused to let me help plant the vegetable garden 5hat summer. She said, "but boys don't usually like to garden." I told her that I wanted to, but she still refused, and tried to make my older sister to help without success. Later that summer mom couldn't get any volunteers to help with weeding, so tried to convince me that this was my opportunity to get in on the garden. I made the obvious argument and refused. (She apparently told on me to dad, because he asked me about it when he got home from work. I explained the same thing, and he wasn't able argue it any further.) Eventually my dad convinced her that if she wanted my buy in on the garden she would have to let me plant it, and that's what finally happened.
A few years later I was at a school that gave everyone free pine tree saplings to plant on Arbor Day. Each year I would bring mine home and excitedly ask for a pot to plant it in so I could make a bonsai tree of it. This is where it got interesting.
First there was the same old argument about boys not liking to grow stuff. Older and wiser now (all of 10) I said, " farmers grow stuff."
"But that's just to make money and take care of their families."
"The British have a long tradition of flower gardening, and it's just as much for men as it is for women."
"You're not British. BTW, you know it takes a very long time to grow a bonsai tree, right?"
"So I better get started now."
She never relented, and I finally just planted the thing in the ground in the front yard by the driveway. Later that year my dad ran it down with the lawn mower.
The next year we went through the same motions, and I finally planted the tree in the back yard just off the back patio. I placed logs and rocks around it and mulched it in with leaves so there would be no mistaking that it was supposed to be there. Later on (some weeks at least as I recall it) my dad was going out to mow, and I reminded him not to run it over this time. He rolled his eyes and reminded me with a rye smile that I don't get to tell him what to do. Then my mother called him to speak with him about something before he got started.
I watched from the window to keep an eye on the little pine. My dad started at the back of the yard, and slowly worked his way towards the house. When he got to the tree he initially went around it very carefully. Then when he went to move on, he stopped looked back at it, and stopped the mower.
I watched in anger as my dad frustratedly gathered up the rocks and logs and threw them to the side before starting the mower again and running the tree down.
He fought with my mom again that night.
My 1st wife said things similar to my mother, but did get me one of those mini bonsai kits for Christmas one year. A couple weeks after I planted it, while I was at work, the tiny pot got knocked off the windowsill and left on the floor behind the couch to dry out. I didn't hardly think of bonsai again for years.
My 2nd wife also said similar things as my mother, but indulged me when in 2019 I said I was going to start trying to grow a bonsai tree. She would say the encouraging words, that I'm allowed to spend money on my new hobby, but then looked at me in dismay when I told her I actually spent $40 on a pot, and reminded me constantly that I had no idea what I was doing and that I was terrible at growing things, then tell me to work in the garden with her. The garden she insisted on being the one to plant, but never watered and never weeded.
So, yeah, when someone tells me that gardening and houseplants, or growing anything at all, isn't just for girls; I feel the same sort of frustration I do when someone says that men can also raise children. What they say and how they behave are not often the same, and I got some trauma about that shit.