If You Liked Me You Wouldn’t Do That

2 Apr

Because anyone who knows me well knows about FemaleGazing it seems I’ve become the place where all my friends dump their upsetting feminist-y articles/pictures/news for me to comment on.

The other day someone left this at my front door (proverbially…okay, fine, it was just my facebook).

The Queen of the Couch apparently has a little princess she wants to learn about domestic abuse at the ripe old age of 10.  I think this is fabulous.  I’m a big believer that children can understand much more complicated concepts than we give them credit for (If James Deen knew he wanted to be a porn star in kindergarten then why not teach your daughters not to accept abuse from the get go?).

The Queen’s stance was simple.

I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child,  coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime.  I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”.  I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own.  I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children.  Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy.  If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better bring protective gear because I am going to shower you with the brand of “affection” you are endorsing.

These ‘playground crimes’ contribute directly to the boiling frog phenomenon that makes rape so hard to prosecute, domestic violence and emotional abuse so prevalent, and girl’s self esteem plummet.

Let’s teach our children that those ‘minor offenses’ are indeed offensive, that they do not mean that the offending party cares and that acts like these are only carried out by people who do not have your best interest at heart.  I’m sure that would lead to more warm-n-fuzzy feelings per capita than this event which made me want to die.

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