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As women, we are often told we should dress modestly. That doesn't bother me as much as when it's directed at little girls. You will be hard pressed to find a school dress code geared toward boys. They are always focused on girls: shorts, sleeves, skirts, you name it. When a authoritative figure tells a young girl she needs to cover up her legs or arms what is that really saying to her? Basically, it is implying there is something wrong with her body. It's bad and doesn't nee

After yesterday's post, I received a little negative feedback. I need to clarify that I have no problem with "traditional" family values. My mistake was using that particular terminology, because traditional family values vary by family. Webster's tells me a tradition is the passing down of elements of a culture from generation to generation. They are customs and usages viewed as a coherent body of precedents influencing the present. These customs or usages vary by family, so

A dear friend recently told me she thought one of the best things about me is I'm okay with being misunderstood. I had to ponder this one a bit. Then I wondered why, or where did this originate? It makes sense. We're taught conformity at a young age. We want to fit in. Most of us in the Gen X demographic have Baby Boomers for parents. Google tells me Baby Boomers was the largest generation until 2020. They were the post Great Depression and World War II babies. It was a time

This week has been enlightening. I think I can say it's been a pretty good week. Most of you are aware June is known as "Pride Month." Personally, I have to admit I don't normally pay much attention to that stuff. When it comes up in conversations I usually just say someone's sexual preference doesn't really concern me. Actually, my standard answer is I don't really care who anyone sleeps with. That being said, I'd prefer if others didn't sleep with my husband, but other than

Time is such an ambiguous concept. We often say, "I'm sorry, but I don't have enough time." The irony is that each and everyone of us has the exact same amount of time. I don't know of anyone that has more than sixty minutes in an hour or more than 24 hours in a day. What's even more ironic is that I'm fairly certain everyone only has 365 days in a year. That is with the exception of leap year, which happens every four years. Regardless, I've yet to meet anyone who knowingly