Raising daughters in the #Metoo and the Gender Fluid era of today is a privilege beyond my wildest dreams. It feels like I am Michelangelo sculpting new Davids out pixels of the future. They make Lisa Simpson look like a provincial housewife compared to where they see the world.
We openly discussed the Rape Survey and talked about how consent is vital. That they can be advocates instead of bystanders in situations and how they can teach their friends how to watch for each other.
"I" was hoping art school has at least some straight or bi guys. Though there are a few trans guys who she knows are attending.
They are asking the right kinds of questions about use, and we are having open conversations about how self-medicating behavior could indicate core wounds that are deeper than recreational experimentation.
Lots of discussions about having compassion for men and boys who are products of masculine culture. We have had great conversations about how to coach boys into being a good friend to women, and women play a vital role in changing such tides. Sometimes compassion can move the needle far more than social justice rhetoric.
How to be a firm female friend is also really important. Not engaging in mean girl behavior, not because of some puritanical morality, but because it is more important to create something good in the world, and in themselves, rather than tear it down.
Preparing "V" for hazing that could be sexual if she keeps on her path towards the military. Frank discussions haven't deterred her.
Allowing them to choose whats important to them and also to pivot if they need to. Watching them find themselves has been more entertaining than demanding they be anything.
Probably the trippiest part of all of it has bee how chill my parents are in the face of granddaughters who are even more outrageous and opinionated than I was at their age.