This article is righteously good. It reminded me of the beautiful, crushing Karen Blixen line from Out of Africa: "It’s an odd feeling — farewell — there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we’re tested at all, it’s for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness."
I could write a revolution worth on this subject. Instead, let me just implore the universe: Give me daughters so that I can pack their guts and rifles and minds and hearts with the fiery clarity that adventure and depth and complexity and honest desire is their Birthright. That being small and sweet and easy is enormously overrated. That men worry far less than we do about whether they will be loved back, about their looks and weight and how they are perceived and what they said and shouldn’t have or didn’t say and should have. About what they wore and how long it took us to text back and whether they’ll be asked to prom or proposed to. And maybe it is terrible to say, daughters to be, but this is why they get ahead. Why they have the adventures and claim the freedom and fiercely carve out room for themselves and their goals. You don’t need to become men, but you could borrow on their capital — their ruddy confidence that the world is leased to them and life will wait for them while they track it all down and consume it all. While they hunt and kill and live their fair share.
Don’t be ashamed of wanting the same. Don’t ever be content to be cute at their side while you wait for them to finish.(via beenthinking)