This is a funny story, but if you think it is a story of out liberated times, I'll reverse the sexes, try to shorten it up while making my points less subtle, and tell it again. Here we go.
I'm a late 20s woman and I'd like to tell you about some recent experiences with "Helicopter Parents". I had just finished my workout and was returning to my locker in the gym. There were 2 girls in swimsuits there. At about 8-9, there were old enough to be in the locker room alone, form my childless perspective, but their fathers were with them. As we talked, the girls took off their swimsuits, grabbed towels, and headed for the showers. One father told me to not let their presence keep me from doing what I was there to do, and the other told me that he had been raised with a bunch of sisters, so seeing me naked was no big deal, so I stripped naked right there. I thought I'd be on my way to the showers, but the fathers peppered me with small talk, so I politely struck around for the conversation. A lot of the small talk seemed aimed at finding when they had the best chance to find me here naked again. It also registered that although they were looking at me, they weren't looking me in the face. (Advice from the author as himself; If you have a conversation with a naked girl/woman, look her in the face. It shows the respect that you want to show in this potentially very uncomfortable, for her, situation.) The men's daughters returned, distracting them enough so I could politely break for the showers. The girls were dressed for the street and they left shortly after I returned from the showers, but we've seen each other on a regular basis since then and the 2 fathers with daughters became 3 fathers with daughters, became 4 fathers with daughters.
The fathers never touched me, never made an off-color comment to me, never touched themselves suggestively and never touched their telephones/cameras. In a way, I'm proud of how I acted as they were just there in the place of a couple of mothers, but I'm wondering if I have been acting too liberated or being "so open-minded that my brain fell out". Did I "enjoy every minute of it"? Naw, I'm not going there.
The fathers in this piece didn't do anything the mothers in the first piece didn't do, but I wonder, how many readers think the fathers were a couple of pigs? How many think the first person (woman) in this essay is an id**t.
I'm a late 20s woman and I'd like to tell you about some recent experiences with "Helicopter Parents". I had just finished my workout and was returning to my locker in the gym. There were 2 girls in swimsuits there. At about 8-9, there were old enough to be in the locker room alone, form my childless perspective, but their fathers were with them. As we talked, the girls took off their swimsuits, grabbed towels, and headed for the showers. One father told me to not let their presence keep me from doing what I was there to do, and the other told me that he had been raised with a bunch of sisters, so seeing me naked was no big deal, so I stripped naked right there. I thought I'd be on my way to the showers, but the fathers peppered me with small talk, so I politely struck around for the conversation. A lot of the small talk seemed aimed at finding when they had the best chance to find me here naked again. It also registered that although they were looking at me, they weren't looking me in the face. (Advice from the author as himself; If you have a conversation with a naked girl/woman, look her in the face. It shows the respect that you want to show in this potentially very uncomfortable, for her, situation.) The men's daughters returned, distracting them enough so I could politely break for the showers. The girls were dressed for the street and they left shortly after I returned from the showers, but we've seen each other on a regular basis since then and the 2 fathers with daughters became 3 fathers with daughters, became 4 fathers with daughters.
The fathers never touched me, never made an off-color comment to me, never touched themselves suggestively and never touched their telephones/cameras. In a way, I'm proud of how I acted as they were just there in the place of a couple of mothers, but I'm wondering if I have been acting too liberated or being "so open-minded that my brain fell out". Did I "enjoy every minute of it"? Naw, I'm not going there.
The fathers in this piece didn't do anything the mothers in the first piece didn't do, but I wonder, how many readers think the fathers were a couple of pigs? How many think the first person (woman) in this essay is an id**t.