I wasn’t ready to parent a daughter when I had Cammy.
Honestly.
What do/did I know about being a girl? I totally skipped “girlly” classes in life. I, clearly, cut class and hung out in the tomboy section under the bleachers. I spent My formative school years the safe “girl” tomboy friend to all the guys, and then tried to find a awkward studio apartment in womanville right around the time I went to college. I admit I had my moments of girly, but mostly I was dragged kicking and screaming into many of those moments – sorry mom.
So this moment where God gives me a second girl – has to be on repeat on the Heavenly comedy channel.
I didn’t become comfortable with being and working with my “womandry” until I got into poetry, and found a distinctive voice of my own to give voice with. That being said, poetry also gave me the chance to voice a lot of political views and opinions that I may have not been quite so easy to just allow heard. Including my disdain for disrespectful hip-hop and TV (i.e the flavor of love etc..) that is being marketed to young girls, which I have had the opportunity to voice my opinion on in this blog on occasion.
But imagine my quandary when as a woman I really really like a group I am probably supposed to despise as a mom of a daughter. I know I walk a fine line when my daughter who is three can sing the chorus to Rhihanna’s “Umbrella” perfectly and usually does, and there is no content in that song that I would want to shield her from so I’m okay with that, mostly. So i have this CD of tracks – that was given to me by a friend cause she knows me pretty good, and was like “i know you like em…”
and shes right.
i like the Pussycat Dolls.
well more specifically
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