what I learned from 22 years of rebellion
I can’t pin down where it started. I can’t pin down where it ended, or if it even has. What I can do is identify almost every moment in my adolescence and ascent into adulthood that had some sort of effect on how I view men, a patriarchal society, and my constant struggle for independence. My parents raised three girls. They raised three independent, pain in the neck, sassy girls. My father was adamant that we would never need a man to be able to survive. He taught us basic 21st century survival skills. How to change a tire, how to change our oil, how to barbecue a feast worthy of a king. How to understand basketball, how to make the best breakfast spread this side of the Mississippi River, how to truly enjoy country music with the wind in our curls. All seemingly harmless things, right? All the while, my mother taught us how to think for ourselves, how to keep a house, how to be a good wife and mother, how to understand football. I don’t think these were discussed as the specific