Thoreau went to the woods to suck the marrow out of life; here, I hope to drain every drop from the books I read, rather than tossing them aside and saying vaguely, “Oh yes, I read that once,” when they come up in conversation.
I’m a Christ-follower, a wife, a mother, a wannabe novelist (with a complete manuscript, no less!), and—of course—a reader. Stick around, poke around, speak up, and enjoy…and definitely recommend your favorites, because my mile-long to-be-read list could always be longer!
I raved earlier about Cinderella Ate My Daughter, a book about the girlie-girl-ness of being, well, a little girl today and all the implications that may or may not have. I enjoyed the book, it made me think, and it changed the way I look at certain aspects of princess play, Barbies, etc.
So I was really excited to pick up Orenstein’s previous tome, Schoolgirls, taking the same sort of approach to girls in middle school. Though it was published in 1994, the girls Orenstein writes about could very well be your current neighbors: they struggle with eating disorders, sexual harassment, the constant urge to look desirable while being told that they’ll be considered sl**s if they actually feel desire. Their tales are gripping and eye-opening, but I’m struggling with Orenstein’s main thesis.
Her premise is that girls are taught to be docile, “sweet”, to play the rules; meanwhile, boys are taught those things with words but their outbursts are tolerated and even coddled or pushed aside as “simply boys being boys.” The author comes to the conclusion that we should be pushing girls to be more aggressive and outspoken.
As a Christian, I feel that Orenstein–and perhaps a lot of other feminists and women’s issue writers–has pinned down the wrong problem. I think we need to teach our young men to be real men.
I worked in a public school before Pookie was born. I spent full hours searching the halls and grounds for sixth grade boys skipping out on math–hours when I should have been tutoring kids in multiplying fractions. Why is this tolerated?
Boys were loud and obnoxious in class, but the repercussions were never much. Why is this tolerated?
A boy in the lunchroom had smeared ketchup (accidentally) all over a bench. Other kids told me and pointed it out; the boy was embarrassed and refused to clean it up. Instead of lecturing, I appealed to his masculinity–but the real kind, the gentlemanly, chivalrous kind: “I guess somebody’s just going to have to be the hero and clean this up.” He blinked while my words soaked in, wiped up the ketchup, and tossed away the dirtied napkins with a big grin. It became my go-to tactic, to ask boys to be heroes.
Sorry, this post is disjointed and not entirely well-written…I’m just trying to work through my thoughts on the issue of boys and girls and discipline and what’s truly the matter with how they act, because I’m certain it has less to do with a need for female dominance than feminists want us to think.