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.