I was using an ATM today when two teenage girls walked past, heading out of a Starbucks. They looked to be high school aged, and this is what they were talking about:
Girl 1: “And my boyfriend asked me if girls even s*** because, like, they don’t ever fart or anything.”
Girl 2: *giggle* “Oh my G**, what did you say?”
Girl 1: “I said, ‘Yeah, of course they do.’ He said I was a real woman and he liked that about me.”
Girl 2: “Oh my G**, that is so sweet.”
Am I wrong or is that, um, the opposite of sweet? I’m fairly certain that even in whatever adolescent love-drunk haze I might have found myself as a teen, I would never have found that sweet. I might have even broken up with said boy simply for asking me that question, because it’s a fairly coarse question and even as a youngin’ I believed I deserved better treatment than that.
I’m hoping the teen and her beau are outliers and not the rule, because otherwise acceptable behavior protocols for high school boyfriends have gone miserably downhill and I’m going to have to take a vow of silence when my daughter comes of an age to date.
I mean, I know the supposedly sweet thing he said wasn’t about bowel movements per se, but should he have even been demanding a response to that question in the first place? Shouldn’t he be treating her like a lady, letting her keep whatever mystery she cares to cultivate?
I know we’re a long way from Victorian ladies these days, but I am absolutely certain my sweet daughter will deserve more consideration from her boyfriend someday. And should he happen to disagree? Well, I’m sure her big, burly, wonderfully protective father and I will have some things to say to him.