If I were your daughter, how would you raise me? What would you tell me about life, about relationships, and about this world?
That’s actually a fascinating question. And a hard one to answer…
OK, well here’s the thing. I sometimes like to play make-believe and pretend that I’ll be some sort of Super Parent. Which could of course have some truth to it, but then again, I could be as terrible as my parents was/are (dad’s dead, mom is a madman, though I love the woman with all my heart).
They all have their flaws. I have mine. I really have no idea how to raise children.
Here’s my imagined scenario.
Listen: I’d keep cable/comcast out of the house. We’d have a TV with only me-approved movies to watch. The radio would pretty much be off limits too, because I wouldn’t want you to listen to (insert shit fucking artists here, such as but not limited to: Niki Manaj, Little Wayne, “Pitbull,” and the rest).
About relationships and the world:
There’s hope. Most guys are dicks. Most guys don’t care. Some guys you won’t think care, but they do, they’re just lost and confused. So remain vigilant.
The world is messed up too, but it’s like guys. It’s mostly screwed up. But there are some brilliant people on it. Together, we can save it.
OK, now here’s the REALISTIC me.
I don’t want to control. If she wants to listen to Little Wayne, who am I to control another human being? Daughter or not, she must be raised on freedom. But realistically speaking, I’m not sure I’ll always be the best person at that. I get sidetracked. But that’s who I want to be.
When she’s older, I’ll try and tell her about relationships. Like, the deep shit. About sex and all that. That it’s not evil, just make sure it’s the right guy.
The world…. yes, it’s messed up but the beauty can outweigh the shit if you know how/where to look. She’ll have a love affair just like me. In love with the world.