How about a different topic to argue about?
Gender is nice and juicy, but in case that doesn't suit, let's just say that if we can start with Turkey Day and get to an unhappy debate about the Civil War, it would be superfluous to declare this an open thread.
In December of 1955 I asked for, and got, a Davy Crockett suit for Christmas. (No link for this one, sorry.)
I was five. That was probably the last time during my childhood when my tomboyish preferences were honored without opposition or commentary.
As a young adult, I remembered Mary Martin’s Peter Pan as a sort of fifties It Gets Better video, reassuring me at a subliminal level that it was okay to be the tomboy that I was shaping up to be. A girl could be boyish! In my world, who knew!
Wikipedia says that the 1960 version of Peter Pan (still Mary Martin) was rebroadcast in 1963 and 1966. I don’t think I saw those, but I do remember wondering, when I was in my late twenties, why we never saw Peter Pan on TV the way we saw, let’s say, The Wizard of Oz at least annually (around Easter time for many years, IIRC). I can’t find corroboration now, but I believe that at the time I read that whoever owned the rights to the Peter Pan film was holding on tight and not doing any kind of deal that would let it be shown.
Then, in 1990, the 1960 production of Peter Pan was released on video. My kids were three and five years old, and I couldn’t wait to share this childhood treasure with them.
We did enjoy it, but my immediate reaction was bemusement at how “girly” Mary’s Peter seemed thirty-five years later.
The quest is by no means over, but we’ve made (to me) surprisingly fast progress in gender matters, and LGBT issues more generally, during my lifetime. As recently as the year 2000, when I proposed a “third circle” at a gender workshop and most of the other attendees had no idea what I was getting at, I wouldn’t have believed it if you’d told me that in 2017 Danica Roem would be elected to the Virginia state legislature.