Earlier today, I was tinkering on one of the podcast platforms that BMan and I are heard on. By tinkering, I mean I was struggling to figure out the very basic operational commands, and failing miserably at keeping my temper in check.
Shocking. I know.
So I run across several casts from very young ladies, 15 at the oldest, and I want to be clear, BMan and I are NSFW, and our feed is set to NSFW. I want zero interactions with children, because, let’s be fucking serious, I’m not fit to be around the little jerks.
Brief Recap: Already, we have a little girl that is trying to be grown, because she has implicitly placed herself in an adult talk area of the interweb, and didn’t get there by saying she’s 15 on a good day. Then, I read the labels on the cover photos. “I hate math”. “Why do I need to learn this?” “What’s the point?”
Of course, the cover photo is a child wearing too much makeup and trying to push some cleavage together out of her baby fat. Now, as I’m sure you’ve probably guessed, I’m fucking heated.
Where are your mother and father, I wanted to ask, but you couldn’t pay me enough money to talk to little trashy looking teenaged girls trying to pass for 18 on the internet. Hell, if the child was 18, I still wouldn’t want to speak with her, but solely for the reason that I don’t enjoy wasting time speaking with morons.
I started to think, my Lord, who is raising this child that her questions are what torturous heathen invented this non-sensical number moving thing, and will she need any of it to have 4 children by the age of 21? The answer is yes, pookie, yes you will need to know at least the addition and subtraction- excuse me, the plus and take away- just for correctly making your baby bottles. And you’ll definitely need to be a pro at all of that, with the direction you’re trucking right along at.
Parents of daughters, please explain to me why it was obviously never impressed upon this little girl that the reason for learning absolutely everything possible is to ensure that you aren’t 25 popping out your 5th kid to drag home to your two-bedroom trailer with two Ford Windstars on blocks out front.
That is the life for girls who think that “math is yucky”, or “too cute for algebra” are phrases that should be superimposed onto their selfies. I can’t begin to explain how disgusted I was- hell, am- at seeing this. For years, women like myself have tried everything to convince the public at large that STEM isn’t exclusively male, that we earned our membership into the boys club, that “oh my God, though, I really just don’t get the numbers and letters together” isn’t the feeling females have on algebraic equations.
And trashy little girl after trashy little girl, lamenting on the absolute horror at being expected to learn such atrocities. I can’t believe someone would expect a girl to do any of that.
Parents of daughters, have you explained to them that an educated woman is a free woman? An educated woman is a woman that comes and goes as she pleases, decides her own future, controls her own body? If you have explained any of these matters, you did a shitty job, because these girls just failed at life in 45-second increments.
I can remember when I was in the 1st grade, and I skipped ahead. Mrs. Colletta, she was my teacher, and she believed that I could do anything I set my mind to do. It didn’t matter that I had no support at home, or that getting help with homework wasn’t ever going to take place. She moved me to the 3rd grade, she cheered for me at the spelling bee, she sent a letter home to my mother to keep her informed of my progress, but after a week unopened, she just took the letter back and told me she believed in me.
One woman. One teacher who knew that I could, even if everything else in my life was screaming that I couldn’t. Mrs. Colletta, you changed my life. Thank you so very much.
In the 80’s, it was nothing like today. This was 1984, and in those days, it was still very much a real scenario that you sent your sons to college, not your daughters. Today, as we’re drilling into these little vapid ass girls heads that they have the very same opportunities as their brothers, they’re thinking about selfies and chicken nuggets.
Unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable on every level.
It’s perfectly fine to be pretty. It’s also fine to be great at domestic scenarios. It is never ok to be an idiot, and to choose to purposely be a moron, then advertise the fact that you’re a willfully ignorant little fast ass girl, this would be the point as a parent I already know I would put my damned hands on that child.
Women before me, and long before these little heifers started caking on the Cover Girl, had to pretend to be uninformed, uneducated, and incapable of performing at the same level that little Timmy at the next desk over performed. It wasn’t our place. There were 2 girls in my Alpha class. Myself and Tanya, who had it almost as badly as I did at home. We both knew why we were smarter than the kids in the class we were promoted from: it’s because if you lose yourself in a book any time you have to be in the house, most of the time you don’t get smacked around for reading.
2 girls, 13 boys. That was how it stacked up. And you little ignorant ass girls want to know “what’s the point?”
Parents, please do something about these little girls out here embarrassing themselves and y’all too. I’ll tell you this, the first thing I thought was “I’ll bet you her parents are first cousins”. If y’all aren’t first cousins, you need to snatch your daughters up by their crop top and put their faces in a book because they’re a fucking disgrace to women today.
Dana Colletta, thank you for every single time you told me I could. I never forgot the way that you sounded when you told me I was capable of anything.
This.
I’m always saddened to see this occurring. These girls are headed down the wrong path and they need a Ms. Colletta or another form of wake up call.