As I was driving in the car with my son earlier today, we were talking about my Dad. I wondered out loud how I would feel at the time of his passing. My Dad and I stopped having a good relationship the moment I hit puberty. As a girl I idolised him. As a teen I hated him, yet longed for his love and approval. I'm not sure what exactly switched for him at that point: stress at work, marital conflict, frustrated sexuality, an inferiority complex over my burgeoning intellect, an
A huge factor at play in our domestication is the good girl/good boy syndrome. A good girl, so we are told, is pretty in pink, softly spoken and oozing sweetness. She cries easily and her tears are touching. A good boy, so we are told, excels: he's a winner, a leader, a hero, a champ. He never cries: his invulnerability is admirable. Of course, it's acceptable to be a tom-boy - to an extent - so long as we don't take it too far. But the equivalent concept of a "jane-girl" doe
The other day, my newly 15 year-old daughter was waiting at the bus-stop to go meet some friends.
As she reported back to me later on, a car drove by and a man motioned out of the window as if to say "call me!"
And then shortly after that, two slightly older school boys came up to her and one said: "are you today's date? Because you're a 5 out of 10." (It was October 5th)
My daughter felt weird about both of these experiences and I can totally understand why. As a tende