Just some thoughtful thoughts about my Texas upbringing…oh the run on sentences…
I come from the land of big tall strong manly “I can chop down a tree WHILE I skin this deer right here” type men. My dad is one of these men and fits that ideal man. Oh, he’s tall. And yeah, you better believe he’s burly.
The more I think on it, the more unfair it is for men and for women. If men have to uphold this sort of stereotype whats it doing to the women but keeping them/us like in need of them to do “the heavy lifting” and stuff.
But then again, I’d be lying if I said I did not want a person who was strong and manly in the sense they could protect me if a situation arose. I like that idea, in fact the pathetic girl in me almost needs that idea.
But what can I expect, in Texas, a land much of the world has already stapled with its stereotypes, some true and some untrue, there is almost no other way. No room for another. ITS LIKE DISNEY. Kay. I’m done.