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A Daddy’s Letter to His Little Girl (About Her Future Husband)

 Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

My Dad has said almost these exact same things to me and my little sister since we were very small.

It’s so easy to forget in the sea of modern culture that is constantly thrown at me from grocery story checkout line magazine racks and internet ads and TV shows and mindless pop song lyrics.

Ladies (and gentlemen): Read this. Take it to heart.

This made me cry

This is beautiful. Swap out “guy” for “partner” and it’s perfect. I don’t care who my daughter marries so long as they are loved and respected like that.

This was hard to read - I’ve never felt like “me” is someone worthy of interest. I know I’m worthy of my happiness, but I’ve never really felt like I’m also naturally worthy of someone else’s happiness and attention and love.

I’ve been letting down my walls, and the person that matters most still just smiles and continues on loving me even though I’m not hiding the parts of me that are different. Were I religious, I’d say it’s a blessing.

I’m not yet at the stage where I take it in stride, and maybe I never want to be there. Sometimes I just take a step back, look at my life, and am blown away by this love and acceptance. By the truth that I can be myself and it’s not a bad thing.

girlsgetbusyzine:

writeswrongs:

cumaeansibyl:

coffeeandconlangs:

Unnecessary “fillers” in our speech. I’d rather have “like” than up-talking, though (if we had to choose one, that is). Ewwww, up-talking. Then again, a combination of the two would render me homicidal maniac.

Like, did you ever notice? That, like, the speech patterns people, like, think are stupid?  Are, like, commonly associated with, like, women?

And, like, there’s this thing? Where, like, women aren’t supposed to be, like, assertive? So they, like, qualify their speech? Because, like, we’re not supposed to, like, stand by our opinions?

1) humiliate women so they don’t feel qualified to speak authoritatively about anything

2) humiliate women for speaking in such a way that reflects how you treat her

3) laugh, you are superior because you don’t use words like “like.”  It isn’t as if being a huge stupid asshole has ever made you worse than a woman who speaks with verbal tics. 

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I promised we’d do a giveaway at 200 followers and here we are! So let’s do this!

Rules:

-You must be following me, without you guys I wouldn’t have lasted on tumblr this long.

-Reblog and/or like this post. You get one reblog, one like and each counts as one entry. I don’t want to spam dashes too much.

-Entries will be counted up until June 21st at 11:59 PM.

-After that I’ll draw winners and get in touch with them. You guys may want to check back in case tumblr starts eating asks again.

-If I don’t hear from winners after 24 hours, I’ll draw someone else.

Prizes:

-One winners will receive a full body detailed sketch of their choice.

Sample 1

-One winner will receive a full body graphic ink drawing of their choice.

Sample 2

-One winner will receive a full body full color drawing of their choice.

Sample 3

I reserve the right to reject anything insanely complicated and I will not do NSFW. 

Feel free to hit my ask box with any questions.

Thank you :D