told me a story he heard on John Curley last night about a teenage boy
who shot & killed his mom and sister. Something to do with being
talked to rudely and treated badly. I am not condoning the killing one
iota but it made me sad & reflect on our own household interactions
of of all girls and one boy & my interaction in classrooms, watching
the male/female structure.
I am a female, obviously - yet instead of
siding with the female wiles & ways, I have repeatedly been angered
by girls in general are snotty, rude and catty to boys. We treat them
like they are stupid from a very young age & females act superior.
This is not very smart in adolescence when a boy is attempting to become
a man and doesn't want to put up with your vile tongue any longer. You
might just get punched. But what happens? The girls are not
disciplined for their rudeness and snide comments. They are considered
cute & assertive! No, the boy is punished for his natural physical
Girls rule the day, the classroom, the home and boys are
constantly, for years on end, subjected to nastiness, hurt by verbal
lashing and then punished for pushing back. And us women, teachers in
the classroom, lead this behavior - by our own personal example
sometimes - or the constant unspoken expectation that boys will be more
like girls. But we want strong men? How's that working for us?
I dislike politics. I dislike dishonest people. I love music - I am inspired by music & God's mercy in my life. I want to fly. No not an airplane. I want to be able to actually fly. I have movies, not dreams. I dream every night. Often I am tired in the morning because my brain is SO active at night in my dream world. I am an analyzer. Don't say something to in passing because I'll pick it apart & analyze it to death. It's a family trait. I LOVE strongly & with much depth. My husband describes me as "passionate", in all I do. Even Dance Dance Revolution.
I am a lover but I know how to fight well & fair too. I am a good friend. I feel - I have indian heritage and feel nature, spirituality, the unseen life. I am a soulful creature. Everything has meaning and nothing is irrelevant. Sometimes this is a curse.
I write. And I love it.