Unfortunately, this has to wait till the next time! Something else came up and I need to get the following off my chest first. I am a woman- changing my mind / my script / or my intention is part of the gender description!
What or who spooked me? My de-railing comes in the form of Mr. Eye Candy, David Beckham.
Personally, I like his looks and I love the idea of him being a devoted (?), progressive father. Anyway, I spotted his latest picture in his undies for the H&M campaign (you’ve seen the one, taken by tourists in the tour bus?). This alone caused my housewife brain to go into overdrive. Then I picked up a dated edition of “Hello’ magazine during my holy hour at the library! Here he is again, Mr. Handsome, besotted father with his daughter in his arms. I can’t remember the quote exactly, but it went something like this:
“Now that I have a daughter I can’t run around half dressed anymore”
Or did he actually say “naked”? Or was it “...in my boxer shorts anymore”?
Is he joking? Or does a prude lurk inside this well chiselled, well camouflaged body of his?
If this is the truth can I make the assumption that his three boys have never seen Victoria in her Eve costume? (This should read “Adams costume” actually. But you will only get this pun if you know her maiden name)!
For Goodness sake David, get real! Your daughter has three brothers. Sooner or later, at one occasion or another, she will find out what that dangly thingy is you guys have and we girls don’t.
Of course, it is your own business how to bring up your children! But wouldn’t you agree that it is much easier to let it all ‘hang out’ or simply grin and bear it - at least in your own home? Confined to your own four walls? Let’s face it: If you can’t run around naked within your own four walls, where else can you? And if you do, look what happened to the future Queen of England.
If your children won’t see their own parents naked - how else will they learn about the small differences? Where else should their see it or learn from? At their friends house (I hope not!), on TV (most likely), at a peep-show (Holy C.., better late than never?), on the beach (you have some explaining to do right there and then) or in some books and magazines (probably the safest bet).
As for me, I whole heartedly support the ‘no secret’ policy! - That’s what we did (and still do?) in Germany.
My three boys know how I look like. I never made a big deal about it. And the result? They don’t really care about this whole subject on being nude!
Do you agree? Is this part of being extra-ordinary? To me it is!
On this note, I wonder what is going on in Madonna’s house!
Happy to hear from you!
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