I am the father of two daughters, one a junior in high school, the other a 7th grader in middle school. I long ago realized they are raising me as much as I am raising them. But of all the things my daughters are one day known for, I pray they are not known as badass.
There is a strange blending of language going on in the current cultural conversation, and the word badass has come to be equated with brave. I can begin to understand where some of that comes from, I really can, but I’m sorry, those two words are not synonymous with me. Badass is the ballsy boast and swagger mask of insecurity I’ve never been able to stomach from men, so why in the name of all that is beautiful would I desire that in the women my daughters are quickly becoming?
Brave, fierce, indomitable, brilliantly wild – these are all words and phrases I would hope readily come to mind when people think of Sarah and Abbey Blase in the near future. But badass? That’d break my heart because I tried to raise them better than that. I also hope my daughters are known as kind, tender, forgiving, and magnanimous – all words I find in no way opposed to those that began this paragraph, in fact I believe they feed off each other in that wonderful tango dance of language that takes your literal breath away. And should you wonder, I wish all of those same words to be said of my son as well.
Am I old-fashioned? I won’t argue that, and I’m probably leaning further in that direction with each passing day. Next question. Is this just semantics? That I’ll argue. Words are symbols for meaning. I do not wish for our planet to be populated by badasses. This precious place deserves better than that. We deserve better than that.