Although I may occasionally lose my wits and jest that I have an affinity for las latinas locas, the truth is:
No me gustan.
Reality is, a queen in any form–latina, robot, or otherwise–is initially a buzz that quickly becomes like a buzzer that doesn’t turn off.
To quote the Bible, I’d rather live on the corner of a roof, than with a quarrelsome woman.
I’m not kidding, that’s in the Bible!
I want my daughters to be confident, and strong, and savvy.
But they need to keep that shit in check too, and not get an inflated ego about them (as I have of myself, just kidding I hate myself, just kidding I love myself, just kidding! just kidding!! remember that SNL skit?).
I asked a friend for advice about my three young daughters:
You have teenager girls man, how do you handle them?
And he replied:
I know they may not always tell me what’s really going on, so I have to just teach them how to make good decisions, so if they end up in a situation I wouldn’t want them to be in, hopefully they’ll know what to do.
I’m paraphrasing, but that’s basically what he said.
I think the power in his method is that it kills many birds with one stone.
1) it admits that your kids are gonna eff up and that’s ok and that it’s normal;
2) it doesn’t encourage passivity, on the contrary, more creativity, thought, and effort on the part of the parent, most likely; and
3) it teaches your kids independence and wise decision making–ahead of time, before they need it in the trenches (hell yeah, I had a natural #3 this time)…
So whether you have a daughter or are a daughter or hate your father and your mother and their daughters which would be your sisters, I hope this may nudge you closer to a bit of wisdom, in one way or another.
If anything, teach her to be a Queen the people love, adore, and respect.
I’d call that a good life’s work.
-Paul