I don’t know if you’ve been following the latest viral feed on Facebook… the one about the dad who shot his daughter’s computer? I can’t get my mind out of it.
When my husband first described the video to me, I put up my hand. “That’s not funny at all,” I said, “That’s criminal,” and I dismissed it–Until it kept appearing in my FB feed, with updates like “Way to go Dad” and “My hero” and “You rock”–even among my personal friends and family.
Men were my most vocal critics, questioning where I got off being so righteous and judgmental about a family I didn’t know. Curiously, I’d never heard much from men on my parenting blog until now. Approaching 50, I told that them I had earned the right to be righteous–as a mother and as a lifelong educator/advocate for children.
After venting and ranting and illuminating (I hope), I shifted my writing toward compassion with my third post, offering a “How To” on dealing with teens & chores–without a gun. I felt satisfied and complete; until I read today’s paper.
In a seemingly innocent column entitled, A Valentine Without Chocolate, I was enraged all over again; with this ubiquitous thread:
Years ago, when I worked at a battered women’s shelter, Valentine’s Day was observed with a good deal of skepticism. Coming shortly after Superbowl Sunday — a day when shelters around the country brought in extra workers to handle the brutal aftermath of fan disappointment — Valentine’s Day seemed made for the batterer.
The women, who had come to the shelter out of desperation, who had shared their stories with other football refugees, who were beginning to see that another life was possible, were at just that point in their recovery where they had healed enough to forget the pain of two weeks ago. And then came this revelry in romance, the ubiquitous rose and red satin and chocolates everywhere. Even with a restraining order, it was hard to resist the seduction of Valentine’s Day.
(Professor Meg Mott of Marlboro College in the Brattleboro Reformer, February 14, 2012)
This 15 year-old, obnoxious daughter bashed her father to her friends on Facebook just after he loaded her computer with extra memory. Thus he had the right to use his pistol to teach her a lesson. Millions of parents celebrated his courage in a stand in demanding greater respect from spoiled teens.
Does this frighten anyone else?
If you’ve been following my posts on Two Owls recently, then you know I’ve suffered from the rage of my own father. No doubt this makes me extra tender to the fact that a father took a gun and unloaded 9 bullets into his daughter’s laptop; while millions of people applauded.
Although I am much older than this girl, and my father is well into his golden years, the emotional intimidation of my youth still burns inside me.
I tried to explain this to my brother-in-law when he stopped by with my 13-year-old niece. Though he hadn’t watched the video either, he heard a clip about it on the radio.
“I don’t see it as intimidation,” he said, lightheartedly. “Her father wasn’t pointing the gun at her. It’s the same as a parent yanking the phone out of the wall a generation ago.”
“Ripping out the phone is still intimidation,” I say. “A father is bigger than his daughter. Stronger. He is in control of her privileges, the money she needs, everything that is important to her.”
“Hmm…” he said, looking dubious as he opened the door to his car.
“Look at it this way,” I said, “How would you feel if your daughter married a man who used a gun to teach her about respect?”
My brother-in-law gulped, smiled slyly, and said, “I get it.”
But it was another father who really got it:
“If this had been Afghanistan,” he commented, “It wouldn’t have been her laptop. It would have been her.”
Kelly Salasin, Valentines Day 2012
I am honored to be among the attendees of the 56th Commission on the Status of Women later this month. Given that this Facebook incident has gained international attention, I look forward to hearing views from women around the world.
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