on Southern girlhoods
Christmas is coming, and it seems very important to the toymakers that parents know that all girls want is to be pretty, shopping, dieting princesses. It makes me grateful that despite the conflicting ideals I was given, when I was growing up little girls were at least left alone to establish our own playground rules of etiquette, only allowed inside our own homes to simulate sex acts between Barbie and Ken on rainy days, and I really don't think we did that badly.Will you be my friend if I show you my outrageous nakedness?
Why, yes. Would you like some dirty underpants to put on?
Certainly. And may I suggest an acorn hat for your dogshit sculpture?
Oh, you're too kind.
Yep. Not bad at all.
If you don't read One Good Thing already, you really should.
Comments
My parents were dirty Yankee carpetbaggers, so I didn't have her full-on Southern experience -- but a lot of that rang true nonetheless.
And thanks for the rec. Finally, a mama on my blogroll!
Posted by: Dorothea Salo | December 12, 2004 10:52 AM