Friday, March 22, 2013

i solemnly tell you


II.

Secondly, she will never look in a mirror. 
Our post-modern world has been described by many wise people as many different things. Depending on whom you ask, we live in the global age, the Internet age, the information age. 
If you asked me, I would say that we are living in the Fun House Mirror Maze age.  
Everywhere you turn, you will find yourself confronted by a mirror. 

Without giving it a second thought, you examine your teeth, embarrassed to see a remnant of lettuce in your gums. Without a thought, you tidy your hair, frustrated with the strand that always falls out of place. Almost as a reflex, you automatically smooth down the front of your shirt, thinking that maybe you really should work out when you get home. 

Mirrors are a constant reminder to us that the rest of the world is watching, and is this really what you want them to see? I thought not. Please pick up a copy of that magazine over there by the checkout desk and compare yourself to the front cover. 
Notice a difference? I thought so. Put down the chocolate chip cookie dough, and nobody gets hurt. We’re aiming for perfection here, and this is what you decided to go with for today?  

My daughter will not be subjected to corrosive daily contact with warped images of herself. 
I will not allow any reflection to besmirch the truth that she is a glorious creature, destined, if she is courageous enough, to live a glorious life.
My daughter will live in a world without mirrors.

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And finally, I will never let my daughter travel on her own. 

My daughter will stay at home, under my watchful eyes. I will never allow her to go out into the dangers of the wide, wide world. 

Where men are allowed to stare and her and make her reach nervously for her phone, but where she is afraid to make eye contact with another human being. Where she stifles her radiant smile, replacing it with an icy frown, in an effort to keep herself safe in a world that seems so fraught with danger. Where her little hostel room is her only protection against the rowdy bachelor party members outside her door. Where she walks across Waterloo Bridge alone at night, with just the Themes, the night London fog, and the lights of the city to keep her company. 

I will not subject her to the perils of flying in airplanes or the dangers of riding on trains, or the horrors of traveling down roads with reckless drivers. 
She will stay at home, safe and sound. She will not have to navigate catcalls, or confusing airport maps, or the worry of losing her passport. 
She will not have to learn how to cross traffic without a crosswalk, she will not have to scrimp and save pennies, she will not have to eat rice and vegetables for dinner. 
And she will most definitely not find herself with tears in her eyes, stuck on the London tube at midnight, an hour away from her safe, warm bedroom.
My daughter will not travel alone.

1 comment:

  1. Love the mirror one. Absolutely love it. Kinda wish it were possible. :)

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