i watched this thing play out on twitter, which reinforced my love of twitter even though i rarely make time for it. not because i love a fight, which part of me does, but because i loved watching a professional "writer" struggle so publicly with words, attempting and failing humiliatingly to delineate herself from doug stanhope - who actually is brilliant with words - in the exact opposite juxtaposition that ended up happening. a drunk can tweet in 140 characters more substance than she can fit into a 8-paragraph composition. i love that.
I recently met yet another woman who from afar seemed like your ordinary, well-adjusted, middle class mother of two. Because our kids go to the same elementary school, after dropping them off, we started chatting. She told me she had just finished writing a book about her life. She giggled and confessed, "I was a slut!" I laughed and said, "Me too! We're going to be great friends." The conversation progressed quickly, and within a few minutes, we realized that what was making us laugh hysterically was rooted in the fact that we were both survivors of child sexual abuse. We were simply coping with old scars.
I left after a 'minor' beating, meaning no skin breaking/bleeding,and no kicking. He 'just' pushed me into a wall, smacked me really hard several times and knocked me down. This was in response to him coming home and finding me on the phone. He had recently stopped taking the phone with him when he left and allowed me to use the phone again, so I thought it was ok to use the phone when he was gone. I was wrong in that belief and I paid for it that day.
The bottom line is that if children are dressed like sex objects and taught to act like sex objects, people are going to treat them like sex objects. In fact, the children might start thinking of themselves that way, and might value themselves for that alone. Teaching little girls to stake their self worth on qualities that are fleeting sets them up to feel worthless when those qualities fade. Dangerously low self-esteem, with all its consequences, could be the legacy of Texas cheerleading. Let us hope it will not be. I want our daughters to be strong.