Role Models

For some odd reason the Women’s US National Soccer team played Canada in Utah a few weeks ago. It was an exhibition match I guess, prepping both teams for the Olympics in London and thankfully, we were there. I was actually giddy about being there…more excited than I’ve been about anything other than a Real Housewives of Atlanta reunion in years.

I don’t know a ton about soccer, but I’ve known that according to my husband, who eats, sleeps and dreams it, Abby Wambach is one of the best soccer players to have ever lived. We’ve been married almost ten years and she’s the only player he’s mentioned so often I actually remembered her name. We watched her in the Women’s World Cup last year and like him, I fell in awe. She’s a force on the field…strong, determined, confident. They all are. Soccer women rule.

Zoe went to the game with us and while we were there it dawned on me that in her almost five years, our nosebleeds in the 100° heat were the closest I’d ever taken her to a place where women rule. Right then and there I tried to make a list of the positive female role models she’s exposed to and I literally couldn’t come up with one. Who do our girls look up to? Kim Kardashian? Selena Gomez? Those damned princesses always looking for their happily ever after? How sad.

Abby and the rest of the US Women (we also especially love Megan Rapinoe, Shannon Boxx and Sydney Leroux) take on France in their opening game at the Olympics on July 25th. TUNE IN. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know the meaning of a yellow card. What matters is that our girls have someone awesome to look up to. And win or lose, they’ll make us all proud.

Frida

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”

― Frida Kahlo

Think

My husband is a great man, but he sucks at giving gifts.

We’ve been married for almost ten years and he thinks I ought to be used to the fact that even though he loves me & sees hoards of other men bearing gifts on Valentine’s Day, he’s not swinging by Hallmark for a card. I think that since we’ve been married for almost ten years he should be used to the fact that even though he loves me, every year he fails to acknowledge Love Day  I’m not going to be happy about it.

Get card = happy wife.

Don’t get card = raging lunatic.

And still, we lumber on.

Anyway, about a year ago my anti-gifting husband showed up at dinner on a random weeknight not even close to my birthday or our anniversary with, you guessed it, a gift. I was flabbergasted. I was so taken with the pretty green and brown shopping bag he handed me, and so overwhelmed by the completely out-of-character moment in our marriage it took me a good two minutes to realize he bought me a book called Think.

“You want me to think?” I said.

Then I opened the inside front cover and read…

“In Think, Bloom reveals the stark paradoxes that American girls and women are living today, including:

We are excelling in education at every level but likewise obsessing over celebrity lifestyles and tabloid media, leaving many of us unable to name a single branch of government—but nearly all of us can name at least one Kardashian.”

“Legislative. Executive. Judicial. Kim. Khloe. Kourtney. I’m a virtual renaissance woman,” I thought. Is there nothing I don’t know?

But then I read the book and I realized I know more names of Real Housewives than justices on the U.S. Supreme Court.

According to the introduction 25% of women would rather win America’s Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. 23% would rather lose their ability to read than their figures. 25% would rather be hot than smart.

Think SHOULD have been a book that changed my life, but a year later, I’m still bound to Bravo.

This May, I’m reading it again. And I invite you, dear women of substance with sound minds and responsible hearts, to read it with me. Let’s consider it our gift to the girls that follow.

Who’s in?

PS – You can purchase your very own copy of the book through Amazon here. Or for $2.99 at Half.com here. Or go to the library for free.

 

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