Our daughters are watching

Our daughters are watching

My daughter is nine years old, whip-smart and full of spunk. She’s also at the age when school starts to take a bit of work. She’s learning that she can’t get by on smarts alone. I find myself telling her in various tones of voice and at various volumes that she has to be twice as smart, work twice as hard, and be twice as nice to get the same of recognition that a boy gets.  

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So that's what they're for...

So that's what they're for...

I only watch television a couple of nights out of the week. I detest reality shows, and find very little to attract me to network dramas or comedies. In fact the only two network shows that I like got cancelled last week, so I see even less in my future. Nope, cable is where the real TV game is, and right now, my television week mostly consists of Outlander, Game of Thrones. I might slip in an episode of Daredevil or Turn during the week, but that’s only as writing time allows. This weekend provided a very interesting juxtaposition.

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