Let me begin by saying I would totally love to have a daughter.  I love little girls, but I might be biased since I use to be one.  Girls are fantastic and a bunch of other really freaking awesome adjectives.  There.  You read that.  So now you can’t send me hate messages without me replying back that you obviously can’t read worth shit.  Glad that is out of the way.

So last night I was not watching the Grammys because somebody in my house thought I would much rather record some movie with Spock in it.  That guy (my husband not Spock) sucks, but he pays most of the bills around here and I love him so I’ll let it slide.  However, as I was doing some work online, I came across this little blurb on Facebook.  If you don’t have time to read it, let me sum up the main highlights from random young girls and women on Twitter.

Dear Chris Brown,

Oh-em-gee, you are so sexy.  Please punch me in the face and then kiss it all better.

Classy, right?  At least 25 women/girls on Twitter tweeted something very close to this last  night because apparently last night was some sort of redeeming occasion for a young man that not so long ago beat the shit out of his girlfriend in a rented Lambo.  This kid acted like a monster.  He did cowardly, disgusting shit.  He did this…

Chris Brown's handy work.

But these young girls, hopped up on hormones, low self-esteem or stupidity don’t remember this picture.  They don’t see a once beautiful, strong and talented woman completely beaten to a pulp.  They see this…

Chris Brown's footwork.

They see a well dressed, talented musician with sex appeal.

And the fact that women remember his footwork and excuse his handy work, makes me gag.

And it makes me happy I don’t have a daughter.  Shit, it makes me happy I am no longer a young girl.  I think being a girl and raising a girl is probably the hardest job out there right now…not to mention one of the scariest.  As the world has gotten smaller and shallower with the help of social media, the internet and reality television, I think the world has also gotten much more complicated for young women.  The constant bombardment of people and celebrities behaving badly has given many of us very short term memories.  Who has time to remember what a douche bag Chris Brown is when other douche bags like Charlie Sheen, Mel Gibson etc. keep TMZ so busy with their shit-tastic antics?  We make it so easy to forget.

I realize that the way in which somebody parents can make a huge difference in the way a girl perceives situations like domestic violence.  And I know that for every girl who wants Chris Brown to punch her in the face, there is another girl who is saying, “Chris who?”  But what bothers me is that when those girls who do want to get punched in the face tweet that shit, they are adding to the desensitization of how young women and girls perceive domestic violence.  And that is something that we should be very, very sensitive to.

Furthermore, it alarms me out how quickly our society offers up free passes to men who engage in abusive behavior based upon talent or looks.

Because let’s be honest.  If Chris Brown looked like Chris Farley, no girl would be begging to be hit by him.  In fact, we would probably still be waiting for him to get out of jail or off probation.

To the mothers of little girls, I take my hat off to you.  Society is not making your parenting any easier for you.  You have to work overboard to combat Twitter, Facebook, reality television, billboards and music in order to make sure that your message, the sane, normal one that says being punched in the face by your boyfriend is not sexy, gets heard over the bullshit.  And unfortunately, virtual, media driven bullshit is hard for a lot of young people to ignore.  It looks so much better than actual bullshit.

For those that say that Chris Brown did his time, paid his debt to society or whatever and should be forgiven, then I have to say…

Would you let your daughter ride in his ride?

I wouldn’t.  And it is not because I don’t believe that people can change, but is for the simple fact that it has been 2 FREAKING YEARS!  TWO YEARS!   As an adult, two freaking years is like a blink of an eye.  It goes by like that.  But to a young person, two years must be long enough to forgive or just long enough to forget.

Lastly, to the mothers of daughters, I promise to do my part in raising my sons.  I promise to teach my sons to never put their hands on a woman.  I promise to teach them how to properly handle their emotions.  I promise to give them tools to deal with frustration and anger in a non-violent manner.  And I promise that my husband and I will show my sons what a healthy relationship with normal communication looks like.

And in return, I hope this makes your job easier and our future filled with fewer douche bags of both the male and female variation.  Because fixing this problem does not rest only on the shoulders of mothers of daughters.  It rests with all parents.