At twelve years old I was in seventh grade. Yes, I was a year ahead in school. Anyhow…
Me and my female tweeny friends sitting around on the quad for “lunch”, which at that time consisted of a can of Barq’s Root Beer and a small bag of crunchy Cheetos – because I did eat that unhealthily at that age, but I digress…
So picture this group of tween/teen girls sitting in a circle in the shade, all of us relatively grunged out in flannel shirts and holey jeans because this was the 90’s.
The topic of discussion on this particular day was suggested by the nominal leader of our pack, Hannah. Her question was, “What type of man do you want to marry when you grow up?” and we went around the circle in no particular order giving our answers, and the rest of the group generally ridiculing each and every answer because no two girls answered the same and tearing each other down was what the group did. Continue reading
Disney is making us unhappy.
Let me be more explanatory, and I’ll get this idea across eventually here.
Romantic love is a very new idea, considering the entire span of human history. If we look back over the course of recorded history, we actually see that arranged marriages for the greater good of the families/culture/society were more the norm regardless of the feelings of the two people being hooked up by their village leaders or parental units.
From that random tidbit of data, I’m going to segue into my own thoughts on the matter.
Teaching young girls to “follow your heart” essentially translates to this:
Go out into the world as soon as you’re barely legal and make some serious life choices based on nothing more than your emotions; without consideration for reason, logic, and especially without thinking through the likely outcomes that will stem from your choices. Continue reading
Best. Morning. Drive. EVER!
Here’s the rundown:
Hot firemen flushing a hydrant on my way to drop my son at his summer play group. I’m blasting Meatloaf on the radio, windows down, my son rockin’ out in the backseat. The two guys manning the hydrant stop to thumbs-up my music, and I crawl past and holler a “thank you for your service” out the window. One guy still in the truck lets out a wolf whistle at me. Firefighter closest to my window apologizes for the whistle. I reply that it’s all good since I was checking them out anyway, so turn about is just fair play. He smiles, I smile, I blow a big kiss as I’m pulling away, and the fireman I’d been talking to makes an exaggerated dive to catch it and put it in his pocket, while the other guy manning the hose is looking at him like he’s an idiot and the guy in the truck is laughing his ass off. Win for me!
Totally random, and it feels so good!
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A worthwhile question if there ever was one!
How many of us can remember our childhood aspirations for our own futures? How many of us have actually grown up to be astronauts or rock stars or pro baseball players?
Most of my childhood friends were adamant they would grow up to be the next Whitney Houston, and the boys all wanted to be Michael Jordan.
I’m dating myself by saying that, I know, but still.
If you’ve read my previous post about the worst ever career day, you might already know that when I was still young, I was thinking about my future character and considering what kind of person I wanted to grow up to be.
Did I want to be a world-famous pop star? Hell no! Even at nine years old, that looked like a whole lot of trouble and not nearly as much fun as my girlfriends were sure it would be. Continue reading