Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Not Your Average Barbie Doll

             So in my household, there are three teenage girls, the mom, and the dad. I just happen to have the honor of being the eldest of the three girls, which comes with a pretty hefty price. The screaming tempers and constant array of conflicting hormones is more often then not resolved with an elderly lecture or gossip fest on the edge of my bed before departing to our separate rooms.
             All three of us are pretty different from the other girls in society, even in our own distinct ways. Through all the fights, inside jokes, and crazy memories, there is one thing that has been instilled in each of us, Independence. Our mom and dad have always been very strict parents, especially with me. Being the eldest, I'm always the test rabbit for their rules and regulations. Dad has constantly instilled a sense of morals and values in our lives, whether it be to hold the door open for the elderly, or to keep our mouth out of other's business. He believes very strongly that we were meant for more than depending on a man, so we all have very high goals for ourselves.
             Many believe women should behave like the perfect barbie doll. Stay at home, stay pretty, keep food on the table and fix my jeans. Don't get dirty, put the gun down, and for the love of pete shut that baby up. My sisters and I laugh often at sterotypes. I can promise you, if your barn needs fixin, your trucks broke down, or there's some bbq to be grilled, we're the girls you want to call. Because dad didn't have boys, he treated us like them. We fish, hunt, drive trucks, hoop and hollar, and still look pretty good in a dress.
             A lot of women today are opressed in domestic violence relationships because they have no where else to go. Their husband or boyfriend made them quit their job, or found a way to keep them dependant upon him. Our belief's say otherwise, and we are sure to always have a way out.
           Granted, this doesn't just apply to those situations. My dad is always talking about "It". No I don't mean the scary clown movie, I mean the unplanned circumstance of events out of our control. Dad losing his job, a death in the family, or just a zombie apocalypse. We will be ready. We know how to grow our own food, slaughter our own chickens, build our own shelter, mainly survive. Here is my life. :)


  1. I fully understand why you father is so proud of you. You are a very fine young woman. I'm trying to raise my granddaughter as your father has you. You also have a pleasant prose style. I've placed a link from my blog to yours. Nice to meet 'ya.

  2. Thanks for the comment. From your blog, I have a feeling your on the right track to teaching your granddaughter proper independence. Although, I would've gone with the pink gun :)

  3. I have got to say, without a doubt, your parents must be proud. You are very articulate and well spoken. Your blog is very fresh in the cyber world of stale.

  4. I'm going to read this post to my daughters as soon as they get back from camp. I have six girls and am trying to raise them as you were raised. You are very lucky to have those parents and I'll bet the farm you are aware of that too.

    Keep blogging, it is very refreshing.

  5. Warlock- Thank you for the compliment. Those are important aspects in each of our lives.

    OrangeJeepDad- What on earth did you do in a past life to be blessed with six girls? My parents are the sole reason my beliefs do not stray due to society. It's very difficult today to maintain a sense of independence, which makes it that much more important. Thanks for the compliment.

    A little advice for your daughters, if life does come crashing down someday, I'd sure give anything to have five other sisters on my side. I've got two, and boy do they come in handy. :)