{"id":511,"date":"2004-10-25T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-26T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=296"},"modified":"2004-10-25T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-10-26T06:00:00","slug":"smart-and-beautiful","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=511","title":{"rendered":"smart and beautiful"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hello world. (Sorry, geek joke.)<\/p>\n<p \/>When I met Scotty back in the early days of aught-four, one of the things he told me was that he made a point of telling his daughter every day that she was smart and beautiful. That struck me as one of the most incredible things I&#8217;d ever heard.<\/p>\n<p \/>A lot of people I know talk about growing up with their parents&#8217; expectations, and I want to know if this is something common to my generation, or to people in general, or if a bunch of us just had a run of bad luck. I grew up feeling like a disappointment to my parents, and I still struggle with that. The rational side of me knows that educated, financially stable, self-employed, and well-friended should add up to success, but I have trouble feeling it.<\/p>\n<p \/>I don&#8217;t take compliments well. I squirm. I hate receiving praise for something that comes easily, like my work. Some have had the misfortune of learning how I react to being called beautiful. I shut up. I even get angry. Because smart, maybe yeah. Beautiful, no.<\/p>\n<p \/>I think I&#8217;m getting better about the parents thing, though. I grew up thinking emotions were weakness. I fear anger especially. I was sure that rationality would save us. I cried once or twice a year, even though I felt like it a lot more often. I can cry every day now if I feel like it, and I don&#8217;t care. I&#8217;ve cried at work, at the coffeeshop, and with complete strangers. I figure I&#8217;ve spent enough time being the entertaining girl, getting everyone talking and laughing. They can put up with the other side of me for once, because I&#8217;ve earned it.<\/p>\n<p \/>I try not to fault my parents for being overly ambitious or for wanting the best for us. But I have been angry and considered telling them what &#8216;A-? Why not A??&#8217; does to a kid. It makes them unable to be proud of what they&#8217;ve done. It bites at their heels and keeps them perpetually moving, lest things fall apart. They see status quo as entropy. And it&#8217;s not.<\/p>\n<p \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hello world. (Sorry, geek joke.) When I met Scotty back in the early days of aught-four, one of the things he told me was that he made a point of telling his daughter every day that she was smart and beautiful. That struck me as one of the most incredible things I&#8217;d ever heard. A &#8230;<a class=\"post-readmore\" href=\"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=511\">read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-511","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-8f","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/511","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=511"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/511\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=511"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=511"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=511"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}