This post is a bit of a departure from my normal blog material (namely— nature, plants, poetry, ecology and metaphor), but with the coming march on Washington this weekend, and the potency of so many women standing in their power across the county— proclaiming, in hard set voices and many-faceted hearts, that we will not stand by and see any section of the population belittled — has me thinking of the old ways that are ready to die. The tired ways of seeing that are about to expire. It has set me thinking, most particularly, about a concept in our culture that is utterly, and completely, worn out.
The nice girl.
You know what I mean. You might even be one yourself.
>> Nice Girls <<
At some point growing up I internalized the idea of needing to be a “nice girl.” It was never something my parents proffered, it…
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