“I went to a dinner party at a friend’s home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time.
Little Maya was all curly brown hair, doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, “Maya, you’re so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!”
But I didn’t. I squelched myself. As I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/ pretty/ beautiful/ well-dressed/ well-manicured/ well-coiffed they are.
What’s wrong with that? It’s our culture’s standard talking-to-little-girls icebreaker, isn’t it? And why not give them a sincere compliment to boost their self-esteem? Because they are so darling I just want to burst when I meet them, honestly.
Hold that thought for just a moment.
This week ABC News reported that nearly half of all three- to six-year-old girls worry about being fat. In my book, Think: Straight Talk for Women to Stay Smart in a Dumbed-Down World, I reveal that 15 to 18 percent of girls under 12 now wear mascara, eyeliner and lipstick regularly; eating disorders are up and self-esteem is down; and 25 percent of young American women would rather win America’s Next Top Model than the Nobel Peace Prize. Even bright, successful college women say they’d rather be hot than smart. A Miami mom just died from cosmetic surgery, leaving behind two teenagers. This keeps happening, and it breaks my heart.
Teaching girls that their appearance is the first thing you notice tells them that looks are more important than anything. It sets them up for dieting at age 5 and foundation at age 11 and boob jobs at 17 and Botox at 23. As our cultural imperative for girls to be hot 24/7 has become the new normal, American women have become increasingly unhappy. What’s missing? A life of meaning, a life of ideas and reading books and being valued for our thoughts and accomplishments.
That’s why I force myself to talk to little girls as follows.
“Maya,” I said, crouching down at her level, looking into her eyes, “very nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” she said, in that trained, polite, talking-to-adults good girl voice.
“Hey, what are you reading?” I asked, a twinkle in my eyes. I love books. I’m nuts for them. I let that show.
Her eyes got bigger, and the practiced, polite facial expression gave way to genuine excitement over this topic. She paused, though, a little shy of me, a stranger.
“I LOVE books,” I said. “Do you?”
Most kids do.
“YES,” she said. “And I can read them all by myself now!”
…Try this the next time you meet a little girl. She may be surprised and unsure at first, because few ask her about her mind, but be patient and stick with it. Ask her what she’s reading. What does she like and dislike, and why? There are no wrong answers. You’re just generating an intelligent conversation that respects her brain. For older girls, ask her about current events issues: pollution, wars, school budgets slashed. What bothers her out there in the world? How would she fix it if she had a magic wand? You may get some intriguing answers. Tell her about your ideas and accomplishments and your favorite books. Model for her what a thinking woman says and does.
From Lisa Bloom’s original article in the Huffington Post.
As the adoring aunt of three whip smart and infinitely interesting nieces, I am crazy about this column and concept.
Currently, my eldest niece wants to be a neurosurgeon, writer and jockey while living on a cliff above Lake Superior. My middle niece wants to be an artist, mycologist and the editor / publisher of her sister’s books. She makes jewelry out of junk she collects everywhere and at 8, is reading books I read at 14. My youngest niece just said her first words this morning - “ball!” my sister informed me by text. Next time I start to tell them I love their outfit (and I do - they have an insane prairie punk sense of style, seemingly completely uninfluenced by the modern world), I’m going to stop myself and move right on to the best parts of our conversations.
And the next time that someone at McDonalds asks me if the Happy Meal toys are for a boy or a girl, you’d better believe I’m going to make them wait while I turn and ask each and every one of my five nieces and nephews if they feel like playing with a doll or a transformer today - not what their gender is.
A very sweet and smart post from Joanna at A Cup Of Jo on helping little girls start to focus on the value of their brains rather than their looks.
I love and fully support this.
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I love this and from now on…
I have this same issue when talking to children in general. Whenever I am around them, I don’t don the high-pitched “Look at you in your little [insert outfit here]” voice. Instead, I talk to them as I would an adult, just in simpler words. Their parents often look at me like I’m insane, and tell me that I don’t know how to talk to kids (which, I’ll admit, has some merit), but it’s better then opting for something that’ll cut deeper in the long run.
As for the Mickey D’s toys, I rarely went for the traditional ‘girl’ toy. My Little Pony did a lot less than the Action Fighting Aliens from the Men in Black Series.
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