Ronnie and Timmy and Kevin and Babara and her sister and Kate were all cool and had their very own troubles and strengthes - and everybody, regardless of gender, could relate to them.
Kate(?) hid on the rood of her family's traveling bus which was keen and cool and everybody liked it.
And Timmy got lost, so Ronnie was worried and cried and Kevin tried to help him, which was again something everybody could understand, especially if they had a smaller sibling.

I think it was better because gender neither mattered so much NOR(!) was so present overburdening all the time.
How things looked between your legs did not constitute so much. In most cases it actually did not matter at all.

Isn't it odd? We want our children to be freed from unnecessary gender borders and cliches and all we manage is an even stronger view on anything having to do with "the little difference".
How could one ever possibly learn to be free and just the way he or her is in such an atmosphere?
What that children learn is that their sex counts and that their gender constitutes their possibilities.

Excuse me but...BLEARGH. Makes me want to throw up.