On Being Tall, Thin, and Blonde
I don't like it, and not in the usual I'm-going-to-shotgun-her-suitors sense.
I think being good-looking can stunt your growth.
Jesus said it was very difficult for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. In our culture, currency isn't just money. It's how you look, particularly if you're a female.
It's a challenge, even if you're a guy. I don't mean to embarrass my brother, but even in kindergarten, Darin was The Littlest Chick Magnet. Later, little girls, from MY grade school class, talked about seeing him at recess, while -- seriously -- they feigned passing out.
He had the Scott Baio thing going, man. It was Chachi in Charge. Except, in this case, a freakishly-athletic Chachi in Charge. Yes, he turned out great, but I think (Darin?) he'd tell you, some of that wound up being a distraction to him in other areas, like, say, doing well in school. He wound up quitting the college baseball, basketball, and soccer teams, dropping out, joining the Army, and getting married. He came back to school, sans distractions, and wham -- Dean's List.
Those distractions? Exponentially worse for girls. What the foolish culture wants, what other girls desperately want? Julia's got it, like crazy. She's claims about $3.27 to her name, but nevermind: she's already rich. And -- I hate this -- she's starting to catch on, just from hanging out with other girls. It's dawning on her that she's got it. I hate that. I hate it because "it" is far less than she really is.
I suspect growing up wise is harder for the good-looking. With God, all things are possible.
Maybe I just want her to be like me, and grow up quirky and nerdy and generally uncool. I love my tall, blonde, pretty daughter, the way she is. I just wish our foolish culture didn't love her adjectives so much.