Jason responds….
Posted on September 28, 2007 - Filed Under Uncategorized
“…Jason is afraid Maggie will turn out to be stupid…”
While the essence of this statement is true, it suggests I think girls are stupid. This is obviously not the case. What I do think, however, is that our culture destroys most little girls’ personalities by making them be something they aren’t. Who says girls have to wear pink? It’s absolute crap that people think girls can’t wear blue because it’s a ‘boy’ color. Not to mention the fact that most, if not all, of these things we do are for us the adults rather than for the child. What little girl actually wants to wear uncomfortable shoes, little frilly outfits, and be pestered at for getting dirty?
Another aspect of this is the ‘woman’s role’ idea. Little girls not getting dirty in childhood eventually turns into a woman being around primarily to meets her man’s needs. If we teach our daughter to not cry and act like she’s in pain when she falls down (and is, in fact, injury free) and things like that, my thought is she will grow into a competent, independent, self-directed person. But that isn’t what we teach little girls; they are supposed dainty little princesses. IT’S CRAP!!! Let them be who they are, princess or not…Maggie, for now, doesn’t like frills…she likes dirt.
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I wore cute clothes as a child but if my parents were here and my grandparents they would attest to how dirty I could get. My father taught me to not react to a fall or cry unless it was serious, Certainly Erin or James were not allowed to cry for minor falls or cuts. We did not call them boos boos ,I hate that never allowed the kids in my class to use those words. The worse thing was that the boys were worse at crying over ever little thing than the girls. I don`t believe frills or ribbons have anything to do with how a girl becomes as an adult it is the parent`s attitude and their behavior. (by the way I don`t think my mother ever forgot me baking mud pies in the oven when she busy at something else)
Just a note in memory of my father and Erin and James`s grandfather, he was buried 46 years ago on 27th of September. he taught me to fish, yes I baited my own rod. How much my father ,Uncle Earl and yours truly would love to fish. he taught me how to climb trees get down by myself, and not to be afraid of storms. We would sit on the roof and watch the storms til they were over, glad we didn`t live in Florida we would have been gone. He taught me to play poker,and twenty-one . I think of him each day and wish my children could have known him. In memory of my dad.