Growing up, mostly what we had available for boys were G.I. Joe dolls "with a kung-fu grip!"...seriously. Boys of my generation were never encouraged to play with dolls (the one time I asked for one when I was about six, I think my dad just about died on the spot). Boys got air rifles or electric race tracks (please remember my youth happened many, many years before the advent of video games or at least their distribution) or sports stuff. My dad bought us some "Socker-Boppers" (essentially inflatable boxing gloves) so we could whip the tar out of each other "safely".
My father was long since passed away by the time I got my first real "boy" things. I got a .22 rifle and a hunting bow when I was 12...anyway, you get where I'm going here. I was never really cognizant of the disparity between boys dolls...action figures... and girls dolls, but even if I had been, they would've never been allowed in our house anyway. My sister was a tomboy and wanted nothing to do with Barbies and my parents would've killed me if I'd brought home a doll to play with. Back in the day, if a boy played with dolls, there was something seriously wrong with that behavior.
Then again, if we nearly killed ourselves playing in the swamp in the woods near home (quicksand is real!) or almost got ourselves killed by the neighbors' bull (bulls are large and frequently cranky) or got shot with rock salt for trespassing in the neighbors cow pasture (this happened to me...rock salt hurts like a mother f*****) my parents pretty much shrugged it off. Boys will be boys, y'know.
It is occasionally interesting to read Jab's missives on the subject of fairies and dolls and whatnot because it's interesting to juxtapose the change in modern childhoods versus mine.