when one of them starts singing quietly in a high pitch voice and they dont know the words and everyone else joins in on quietly mumbling lyrics they dont know and sing loudly when they get to the chorus.
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
Okay but when people say that white people need to be stopped and straight people need to be stopped…. this is the shit we’re talking about.
How are you gonna put duct tape over your wife and daughters mouths and pretend like that shit is funny?
Hell, if I was the photographer I’d feel really uncomfortable with this.
I mean…I look at this couple and wonder why they would a) want to teach her daughters that it’s okay for a man to think this way and b) want to teach her son it’s okay to think this way.
There was a commercial on last night and it was a dad lecturing a teenage boy about how to treat his date to prom (get her home safe, she doesn’t owe you anything just because she agreed to be your date, etc.). Everyone assumed that it was the father of the girl…but it turned out to be the dad of the boy. The general message was “it starts at home”.
Your children need you to set strong example, for both sexes. Show your daughters that their voice matters and to never let a man speak all over her. Show your son that he is not superior to a woman and teach him how to respect them.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
