I often thank my lucky stars that I have two sons instead of two daughters. I understand how the male brain works much better than our female counter parts. Now, before I get nasty comments regarding the 'awesomeness' of girls, I agree, girls/women are awesome, I love women. Some of the most important people in my life are women. When I say I am glad I have sons it is a whole other matter.
Everything in the media regarding women is rough to look at. I am talking about the Brittanies and the Lindsey's and Paris', often struggling through life and shown, by the media, not at there best. I should not know what the blurred images of these women's vagina's look like, but I do. I really do not care who they have hooked up with or how many people have hooked up with them, I really don't. I liken the media to the lecherous guy in a bar waiting around until the end of the night that then preys on the girls too drunk to know better.
Now, we have one more super girl that the media is plying its seductive, slimy charm , the hooker from the Eliot Spitzer episode. Spitzer lost his high profile job because he broke the law and paid for sex with a hooker. Hookers are arrested all the time for selling their body for sex. Prostitution is illegal, okay, that is fine. But already the media is trying to make her a star and giving her way more press than she deserves. I even saw one recent headline on Google news that read something to the effect; prostitutes brother serving time for selling drugs, like this should come as any surprise, his sister is a whore!
I am glad I do not have daughters, and I make it my mission to those young girls around me to make sure that they can make their own decisions and help them see what is going on and make good choices for themselves. I have no problem if a girl chooses to be a prostitute or whore or Paris Hilton-esque, but they should make that decision on their own without the influence of the press.
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I have two girls and one son. My son is the oldest by seven years. I must admit too that I understood him as I was bringing him up better than my girls. He cried when he fell off of his bike or got whapped by tree branches that knocked the wind out of him, played with dirt and loves sports. Simple.
My girls? I don't know why they are so moody, they cry because the dog farted, they like dolls and carry purses and play with Webkins. I love them dearly, but as a guy I can't share a Packers victory with them or jump off of a tree into a lake like I did with my son. I also fret about when they date as I know the minds of adolescent boys. Honestly, it scares me to death.
The best that I can do and my focus, is to be their boyfriend now and forever. To love them and build their confidence. To buy them flowers and cry with them when their hermit crab kicks the bucket. I am their guardian and biggest fan and my only hope is that this provides enough foundation for them to face the world with confidence.
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