I read The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart, last week for class today. A teenage girl, Frankie and her obsession to prove to her boyfriend and all the other boys at schools, that's she's good enough, and smart enough join her boyfriend’s secret male club, The Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds.
I found myself thinking why does it matter so much to Frankie, let the boys be boys. I also read Fly on the Wall also by E. Lockhart, about girl who becomes a fly and spends a weekend on the wall of the boy’s locker rooms, and all of the different things she discovered. Again, why let the boys are boys.
Truth be told, boys can sometimes be fascinating, however I have no desire to neither be a boy, nor do I want to play one on TV.
I’m a girl, through and through. I like flowers, frills, ruffles, make-up and lip gloss. Ohhh lip gloss, later for diamonds it’s my best friend. Where was I?
I firmly believe there are some things better left to boys and men. Climbing trees, boys, fishing, boys. Hunting, boys/men, Policemen, men, firemen, rushing into a burning building to save me, better be men.
Ever wonder why The Dangerous Book for Boys has 270 pages. It’s all about boyhood. I repeat people, Boys.
The women’s movement is cringing somewhere right now, sorry.
I am a woman, hear me roar, E. Lockhart.
currently reading. Hotlanta by Denene Millner (required).
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Great post. I think you are totally entitled to your opinion. I think that Emily basically said it in a nutshell in class last week: she writes from a place of anger, and that's what, to me at least, motivated Frankie.
When I was in high school, I was an outsider to the same crowd that Frankie wanted to infiltrate. It's funny, I was on the other side of feminism (not that I'm a female--but philosophically speaking) that Frankie's sister represented. Because I couldn't infiltrate their group, I created my own.
When I think about gay marriage (and this is going to be pretty hard hitting), I vacillate back and forth between the two philosophies. Part of me--the majority of me, actually--says, "yeah, get over it, America, I deserve what everyone else deserves." But then another part of me thinks, "They don't want me? I'm gonna do my own thing." I'm not sure which is the right choice: to try and match myself with the current social/moral doctrine or to create something to suit my own needs...I'll be thinking about this for a while. But I think, at heart, this is what Frankie is all about.
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