Good Girls go Bad.

What’s a Good Girl? That was the title I opened to in my book. The question went around my head for some time before I started reading the short passage. I realized that never before had I questioned the fact that I was a good girl. I had good grades, I didn’t do drugs, I was not rebellious, and I didn’t do any thing that any average teenage girl would do.

The first sentence of this passage was “ She doesn’t speak to a boy at all.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Most of my friends are boys, that doesn’t mean I turn into a “bad girl” when I talk to them, or at least that’s what I thought. Since the first sentence I knew I was going to disagree with every thing this obnoxious selection was to say.

Since I was little I have always been that person who says and stands up for everything they think. My parents have raised me to become a strong, independent woman. One who can be successful and get anywhere she wants without depending on any men or any other person. The idea this passage sells of a “good girl”, in my opinion is the way society through out history, has made woman seem weaker and less capable than men. People say that you get what you believe you deserve. How can women fight every day for their rights and then believe that a good girl should be the one that stays at home, agrees with everything, is quiet, and doesn’t argue? Where are we? 1932?

After reading this passage if come to the conclusion that if this pathetic stereotype about good girls is true, then probably I will happily rot in hell.

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