An American Girl
There are a lot of stereotypes around the world about us, ladies. Loud, rich, obnoxious, ignorant, and sexually loose, to name a few. I’m sure you’ve heard ‘em all. I was reminded of just how prevalent these ideas are recently while sitting on a bus to Punjab amidst a sea of turban-clad Sikh men and their families.
Blaring so loudly I had to stick tissue in my ears, a popular Hindi movie screamed the entire five hour journey long. And when the token American Girl appeared in the film, she acted as to be expected. Boobs hanging out, butt cheeks exposed, the Bimbo twirled her bleached locks between her fingertips and popped her gum while the men in the film drooled and ogled, despite their wives’ scolding.
It was all quite comical, actually. The fact that there happened to be an American portrayed in this particular Hindi movie. The fact that I happened to be on that very bus, in the middle of India, as white
and gleaming as I am. And it definitely
got me thinking. However incorrect or at
times, correct, that stereotype may be, I’m damn glad to be an American Girl.
In the past, when I’ve come home from traveling to third world countries, I often feel disillusioned with America. How can we be so wasteful? So petty? So superficial? So egocentric? But this time, upon my return, something different. Deep, deep gratitude.
For to be an American Girl carries with it so much potential. Having a daughter now makes me realize this more than ever. Of course there are many women thriving in impoverished countries, and to think that women there can’t find happiness would be foolish. But I do believe there are those whose voices we’ll never hear, who are suffering, just because they’re female.Continued on the next page