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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