Being a GirlA Story by Lisa ADo you ever listen to yourself? Are you sure you aren't sexist?My son just had an "ow" moment and was a bit over the top about it. I immediately thought to myself "What a GIRL!"
For the first time in my life, I also stopped a moment, and considered what such a comment really meant. I was using my OWN gender as a derogatory statement. What did I mean when I called my nine-year-old son a girl?
I certainly didn't mean he was powerful, or strong. I didn't even mean that he had self-control or any kind of patience.
When I called him a girl, I was characterizing him as weak, emotional and a bit of a drama queen.
Oops! Look, there it is again. Notice there are no drama kings?
It seems that I never use female descriptions to describe powerful, mature, self-posessed people. There is a part of me that believes there are OTHER women (but never me, of course) who might be whining, weak, dependent people, but embracing womanhood and my femaleness as a source of power is as far removed from my considerations as walking on the moon.
Why is that?
Worse, what am I teaching my son?
Maybe it is time that I become aware of these words, and their power, and embrace the power within womanhood (we give birth, raise young, work hard and frequently do that sick, injured or beyond exhausted - that is hardly weak). Maybe, next time that my son behaves in a manner that is weaker and less mature than I hope, I can instead say,
"What a boy..." © 2008 Lisa AReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 18, 2008 AuthorLisa AMOAboutI'm a not-yet published novelist who needs people to hold her accountable to that whole "pursuit of publication" thing. I live in rural Missouri with my family. more..Writing
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