As a mother of two boys I haven't really paid much attention to any toys that don't come with their own sword, the capacity to shoot (water, Nerf arrows, small plastic discs capable of removing retinas, etc.), or Pokemon cards (Dear God, these have been around since the last millennium, when will children finally grow bored with them?). Nothing pink in my world.But recently I was asked by a co-worker to help out with financial education for the local Girl Scout's organization. Which I was thrilled about because in my line of work as a financial advisor I generally (not always so please don't start getting on your high horse) work with women in the latter part of their life after they've left all the decision-making regarding finances to their husbands and then all of a sudden they inherit this huge responsibility when there is a unfortunte change in their lives (death, divorce, incapacitation of said spouse.) Total downer, right?So working with the Girls Scouts will be dreamy - I can set these girls straight early on in life. Plus, I'm thinking to myself, these girls have all come of age post Gloria Steinem. I mean aren't we on our third or fourth wave of feminism at this point? These girls can probably smell misogyny a mile away and have the ability to squash it like a bug beneath their Converse All Stars.Then I spent an hour watching t.v. with my sons. Oh the horror.All those commercials for "girl toys" that I never gave a second thought to finally poked through my filter and I was aghast. Now I like Barbie as much as the next girl but what is it just me or are Bratz simply Barbie's slutty cousins? And how about the Fijits talking toy - billed as your "daughter's bestie." I actually threw up a little in my mouth when I heard the things this doll says to your daughter like: "You're so pretty." Oh Naomi Wolf, have you forsaken us? And what pedophile came up with the brilliant idea to put writing across the butts of young girls pants? No seriously, help me figure out how this concept makes any sense at all because I keep coming back to creepy and weird any way I look at it. So as soon as I get over my heart palpitations I'm going to be spending some serious time trying to figure out how in the world to counterbalance all this garbage that is still thrown at young girls. Do I try to scare the crap out of them by pulling a ghost of Christmas future move on them? Can I possibly scare them straight? How do I make being frugal seem cool? Bedazzled piggy banks? The one thing I know for sure is that I won't be speaking to them while wearing stripper heels and a Kim Kardashian micro-mini. Wish me luck! If you like my blog you’ll love my book. Buy The Working Mommy’s Manual on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Working-Mommys-Manual-Nicole-Corning/dp/0615637418/ref=cm_sw_em_r_dp_6ZRcqb0QFT7P8_tt