Girls
                                  Will Be Girls: 
                                  Raising Confident & Courageous
                                  Daughters 
                                  by
                                  Joann Deak, Ph.D., with Teresa Barker 
                                  
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                                 The
                                  following is an excerpt from  Girls
                                  Will be Girls: Raising Confident and Courageous
                                  Daughters by JoAnn Deak, Ph.D., with Teresa
                                  Barker (Hyperion, August 2002) 
                              About
                              the author: JoAnn Deak, Ph.D., is an international
                              speaker, educator, and school psychologist. She
                              lectures frequently, often in tandem with Raising
                              Cain coauthor Michael Thompson. She is a consultant
                              to schools worldwide on issues of brain development,
                              gender equity, and optimal learning environments
                              for boys and girls. 
                              
  Teresa
                                    Barker is a veteran journalist and coauthor
                                    of numerous books, including Raising Cain,
                                    Speaking of Boys, and The Mother Daughter
                                    Book Club. Barker and her family, including
                                    two daughters, live in Wilmette, Illinois. 
                              EXCERPT:
                              INTRODUCTION 
                              Most
                                  of us get one childhood to remember. I got
                                  two.  
                              There
                                  was the picture-perfect one of my family: a
                                  mother and father very much in love, very loving
                                  parents to my older brother and me. We lived
                                  in a little town in the Midwest. My mother
                                  never worked outside of the home, but instead
                                  spent her days driving a station wagon, taking
                                  us, and all the neighborhood kids that could
                                  fit, to the public pool, the playground, and
                                  town. We even had a collie! That was my first
                                  childhood. It lasted fourteen years. 
                              On
                                  a beautiful spring evening the Sunday before
                                  Easter of my freshman year of high school,
                                  my father suffered a fatal heart attack. Thus
                                  began my second life as a girl growing up,
                                  a life that began with an adolescence transformed
                                  literally overnight from a girlhood dream to
                                  a nightmare of loss and a new, bittersweet
                                  appreciation of life's nuances. Everything
                                  about my life changed, and with those changes
                                  came a heightened awareness of the gendered
                                  experience of everyday life for girls and women. 
                              After
                                  my father's death, I watched my mother go to
                                  work in a factory; she was one of the few women
                                  there in the early 1960s. Since my brother
                                  was at college, I needed to get my driver's
                                  license as soon as possible because my mother
                                  worked the afternoon shift and was no longer
                                  there to drive me anywhere. An adolescent girl
                                  who drove herself to school, appointments,
                                  high school football games? I was not the only
                                  one, but -- like my mother -- I was one of
                                  just a few. What surprised and intrigued me
                                  the most was the way the rest of the world
                                  responded to the changes in our lives. My mother's
                                  best friend would become jealous when her husband
                                  came over to help my mother start the lawn
                                  mower. I proved quite able in my new life,
                                  yet without my father's enthusiastic endorsement,
                                  I felt smart but uncertain, more sensitive
                                  to what others thought, what others suggested,
                                  and what others assumed about me. 
                              This
                                  second childhood was to become a particularly
                                  defining one for me for reasons that I would
                                  fully understand only later through my work
                                  as a child psychologist with girls. My father's
                                  death was for me a crucible event, a
                                  moment in which everything I knew and felt
                                  and was was put to a test. It was a
                                  trial by fire, and one through which I might
                                  emerge more fragile or more strong, or perhaps
                                  both. But whatever the outcome, I was changed.
                                  Without thinking consciously about it at the
                                  time, I've always separated my life into two
                                  parts: before and after my father died. 
                              Subsequently,
                                  in my work with children and adults my sense
                                  of crucible events as the catalyst for emotional
                                  growth and development became a useful tool
                                  in helping others see the effects of life events
                                  on their own emotional development and their
                                  relationships with others. Through this lens
                                  of crucible events it is possible to get a
                                  better view of the inner life of girls. This
                                  I know from my work, and from my own personal
                                  experiences of moving from my family home out
                                  into the world. I would forever feel a particular
                                  empathy toward girls' emotional experience,
                                  and a strong desire to make sense of it for
                                  parents, educators, and girls themselves. But
                                  first I had to navigate those waters for myself,
                                  and it was a slow, deliberate journey. 
                              My
                                  love of science and people drew me first to
                                  pursue an education in nursing, but I soon
                                  shifted my focus to teaching, earned my degree,
                                  and got the job. By my second year of teaching,
                                  when I couldn't figure out how to reach and
                                  teach some of my students, I took a day off
                                  to visit the nearest university, Kent State,
                                  to see which graduate courses were available
                                  to help me understand how the human brain worked.
                                  A serendipitous meeting and the discovery of
                                  an exciting doctoral program in preventive
                                  psychology prompted me to resign from teaching
                                  to resume my own education. With my Ph.D.,
                                  I established a private practice and started
                                  a company with three other colleagues developing
                                  preventive psychological programs for schools.
                                  Soon one of our clients, the director of Laurel
                                  School, recruited me to serve as the staff
                                  school psychologist, a position I agreed to
                                  take for one year while we assessed their needs. 
                              The
                                  next year Carol Gilligan, author of In a
                                  Different Voice: Psychological Theory and Women's
                                  Development, and her Harvard crew wanted
                                  to do a landmark study at the school. I had
                                  taken a course from her at Harvard; she now
                                  asked me to be an in-house interviewer for
                                  the next six years. How could I pass up the
                                  opportunity? I stayed on. 
                              After
                                  the Laurel/Harvard study was completed, someone
                                  had to go to other schools and conferences
                                  to share what we had learned. Carol Gilligan
                                  was moving on to other studies and was too
                                  busy. Thus began my life as a gender expert.
                                  Laurel School graciously allowed me to take
                                  several days each year to do this. By now I
                                  was also experiencing the joys of being an
                                  administrator, having become director of the
                                  middle, primary, and early childhood divisions
                                  through another instance of serendipity. The
                                  previous director resigned in April one year,
                                  and the school was in chaos. What better person
                                  than the school psychologist to fill in the
                                  gap? It would only be temporary, the head of
                                  the school assured me. Well, it wasn't, exactly.
                                  Five years later, because of my speaking engagements
                                  around the country, and a growing list of requests
                                  for me to present gender equity workshops for
                                  parents, teachers, administrators, and students
                                  (girls and boys), I was asked by the National
                                  Association of Independent Schools to be on
                                  a national committee for women in independent
                                  schools. My already crowded calendar of speaking
                                  engagements and the growing demand for my gender
                                  equity workshops made my next career step clear:
                                  I became a full-time consultant, working year-round
                                  with schools, parent and teacher organizations,
                                  and students themselves in the United States
                                  and abroad. 
                              Early
                                  in my career as a psychologist, after teaching
                                  for several years and then interning in a variety
                                  of settings, and with a variety of clients,
                                  from the very young to the very old, it was
                                  clear to me that for many clients, treatment
                                  was long, expensive, painful, and often ineffective.
                                  Being the idealist that I am, my core philosophy
                                  fit with the philosophy of prevention, and
                                  that is where I turned my attention as a specialist. 
                              Preventive
                                  psychology is at the other end of the spectrum
                                  from the kind of private practice work most
                                  people envision when they think of a psychologist
                                  or therapist. I do counsel individual children
                                  and their families privately, but most of my
                                  time is devoted to what we call primary prevention.
                                  I evaluate factors in schools or families that
                                  cause mental health or learning issues and
                                  work to fix them, eliminate them, or modify
                                  an environment so those factors don't exist.
                                  As a public speaker and a consultant, I work
                                  with schools and communities around the country,
                                  conducting workshops for parents and teachers
                                  who want to create schools and families where
                                  children can thrive, and speaking with students
                                  about their concerns or issues of the day.
                                  My life and career have thrived in ways I would
                                  never have imagined in earlier years. I have
                                  made my way as many women do: on the winds
                                  of my intuition, a perfect model of affiliation
                                  motivation, influenced by people, connections,
                                  and gut feelings. 
                              Wherever
                                  I go, I generally find thoughtful, caring,
                                  determined parents and school staff with a
                                  lot in common. They typically have high ideals,
                                  a desire for clarity, and a willingness to
                                  work at making their schools and homes places
                                  that support healthy development for girls.
                                  Parents always want to know in general how
                                  to be a good parent. Teachers want to be the
                                  one a student remembers fondly thirty years
                                  later. 
                              But
                                  often, it is problems, issues, and concerns
                                  that motivate many of us to seek help, listen,
                                  and try to do something different. Sometimes
                                  it takes a problem to get everyone's attention,
                                  and then the task is twofold: Find a way to
                                  solve the problem and find a way to change
                                  conditions so it doesn't happen again. In these
                                  circumstances, I often encounter an undercurrent
                                  of fear, sometimes a kind of siege mentality,
                                  that prompts adults to respond to unwanted
                                  challenge by clamping down, nipping it in the
                                  bud. The prevailing attitude in that setting
                                  is that challenge or change are threatening
                                  and have to be quashed. It never works. Not
                                  for long, anyway. Not in families and not in
                                  schools. Not in politics or government. Not
                                  in nature. Growth requires change; how
                                  we fare with it depends on how we respond to
                                  it. 
                              Girls
                                  face an extraordinary challenge in our changing
                                  world. They are dealing with more sophisticated
                                  issues than ever before, and they are doing
                                  so with less adult contact and guidance than
                                  ever before. Statistics tell the story of a
                                  population at risk both physically and emotionally:
                                  One in four girls shows signs of depression.
                                  Compared to males, twice as many females attempt
                                  suicide, and there is a sharp rise in actual
                                  suicides for females beginning at age ten and
                                  peaking at age twenty-four. One in four girls
                                  has been in an abusive relationship. When asked
                                  about their role models, girls only list one
                                  third of what boys list. Girls are five times
                                  less likely to receive attention from a teacher.
                                  Girls ages twelve through fifteen have the
                                  worst nutrition of any age group, followed
                                  by girls ages sixteen through nineteen. By
                                  age thirteen, 53 percent of girls are unhappy
                                  with their bodies; by age eighteen, 78 percent
                                  are dissatisfied with their bodies. Eighty
                                  percent of ten-year-old girls are on a diet,
                                  and the number one wish of teenage girls and
                                  adult women is to lose weight. Eight million
                                  American women suffer from eating disorders,
                                  and 90 percent of them are adolescents. 
                              For
                                  parents, every day presents fresh challenges
                                  to tradition, and the future is unpredictable,
                                  shaped as it is by newly emerging influences
                                  from media, technology, peer culture, and a
                                  society in flux. Contrary to the days when
                                  mainstream society supported parents' efforts
                                  to protect, nurture, and guide their growing
                                  girls, today society itself is the high-pressure,
                                  high-risk realm where girls are more vulnerable
                                  than ever to the pressures for perfection and
                                  casual exploitation and experimentation, which
                                  can carry serious consequences. Parents often
                                  lack the information or insight to feel competent.
                                  It's easy to lose confidence in our intuitive
                                  wisdom, uncertain at times how much our judgment
                                  is clouded by ignorance or our own discomfort
                                  with social change. 
                              Whether
                                  we feel ready or not, we are beyond the days
                                  of one-line answers to life's questions, or
                                  cookbook-style recipes for building self-esteem
                                  and smarts in girls. All of us -- girls, parents,
                                  and teachers -- share the same need for information,
                                  insight, and a perspective that enables us
                                  to make sense of the landscape and make reasonable
                                  day-to-day decisions that protect and promote
                                  a life of possibility. 
                              A
                                  friend of mine says that as a parent, she often
                                  feels like the hapless character in the folktale
                                  of a bumbling farm boy, who repeatedly goes
                                  to town on an errand, and each time returns
                                  home carrying his purchase in such a way that
                                  it is ruined. He looks foolish. The first time,
                                  his mother scolds him and tells him the correct
                                  way to carry the thing, and the next time he
                                  goes to town, he follows her instructions to
                                  a T, but the circumstances have changed, the
                                  item is different, and he screws it up again!
                                  Dragging butter on a leash, carrying a donkey
                                  over his shoulder; each time, he's doing what
                                  he was told from the time before, but it isn't
                                  the right thing to do now. His intentions
                                  are good, but he is always one step behind
                                  in his ability to think and act effectively. 
                              Parenting
                                  feels like that at times, and tidy lists of
                                  do's and don'ts fall short of helping us "think like
                                  a grown-up," as my friend says. 
                              All
                                  of us want our girls to thrive. We want them
                                  to live lives in which they feet competent,
                                  confident, and connected to others, and to
                                  the grand scheme of life. That's not something
                                  we can give girls, or do for them. However,
                                  as parents and teachers and other adults who
                                  care, we can cultivate opportunities for girls
                                  to experience themselves this way. To do so,
                                  we need to understand girls better, develop
                                  our capacity to think like grown-ups, and expand
                                  our repertoire of responses to be effective
                                  in the moment and for the long-term, in the
                                  lives of girls. 
                              One
                                  of the most gratifying aspects of bringing
                                  this book into being has been the opportunity
                                  to share the science of girls with parents
                                  and teachers who live in the laboratory of
                                  real life with them every day. Advances in
                                  neuroscience -- the study of how the brain
                                  grows and works -- are just beginning to shed
                                  light on fascinating differences between female
                                  and male brains. Research is also advancing
                                  dramatically in the study of hormones and other
                                  physiological and psychological aspects of
                                  growing up female. Every new scientific finding
                                  not only informs us about the true nature of
                                  girls -- forget the underscores the need for
                                  parents, teachers, schools, and communities
                                  to see girls in a new light, and move more
                                  deliberately toward gender equity in all these
                                  realms. 
                              In Girls
                                    Will Be Girls: Raising Confident and Courageous
                                    Daughters, I share this science and my
                                    guiding principles for understanding girls,
                                    understanding their hopes and dreams as well
                                    as their struggle and pain, and understanding
                                    what we can do, as adults, to create family
                                    and school environments in which they can
                                    find their best selves and live their best
                                    lives. 
                              CHAPTER
                                    1 
                              The
                                    Search for Perspective 
                              "It's
                                  pretty hard being a girl nowadays. You can't
                                  be too smart, too dumb, too pretty, too ugly,
                                  too friendly, too coy, too aggressive, too
                                  defenseless, too individual, or too programmed.
                                  If you're too much of anything, then others
                                  envy you, or despise you because you intimidate
                                  them or make them jealous. It's like you have
                                  to be everything and nothing all at once, without
                                  knowing which you need more of."  
                                Nora, twelfth grade 
                              My
                                  friend Clara calls me every now and then with
                                  one of her "bad mother" confession stories.
                                  Ostensibly it's to give me fodder for my talks
                                  and workshops, but just after she finishes
                                  the story comes the real reason: She needs
                                  some reassurance that she hasn't ruined her
                                  daughter for life. She's not a bad mother at
                                  all -- just the opposite, in fact -- but with
                                  a twelve-year-old daughter, her parenting judgment
                                  is always subject to criticism, and her confidence
                                  takes a drubbing. 
                              The
                                  parenting dilemmas she describes are usually
                                  garden-variety, everyday episodes involving
                                  her daughter and school, friends, fashion,
                                  and responsibility. But sometimes even simple
                                  decisions -- like whether to let her daughter
                                  buy the stylish but scanty swimsuit she wants
                                  -- become more difficult in the high-risk,
                                  high-pressure context of contemporary life
                                  for girls. 
                              Clara
                                  called one day, exhausted, confused, and depressed.
                                  She had just bought her daughter Robin the
                                  swimsuit of her choice. Of course, it wasn't
                                  as simple as it sounds. What had begun as an
                                  ordinary shopping trip had morphed into an
                                  episode in which Clara's parental judgment
                                  and values had fallen victim to a tiny two-piece
                                  bathing suit. As they walked from store to
                                  store, from mall to mall, from one slip of
                                  a swimsuit to another, it had become very clear
                                  to Clara that it would be almost impossible
                                  to find a fashionable teen suit that wasn't extremely revealing.
                                  Robin, ordinarily a modest sort, had begged
                                  to buy a popular style of two-piece suit, seemingly
                                  oblivious to the fact that it only barely covered
                                  any piece of her anatomy. Clara urged her to
                                  find something less revealing. Robin argued
                                  that in years past -- before she "had boobs" --
                                  she could wear anything, and she felt that
                                  she should still be able to wear whatever she
                                  found comfortable and stylish. 
                              Clara
                                  countered with a few predictable words about
                                  the way our clothes communicate something about
                                  ourselves. She said that while Robin might
                                  feel moved to buy such a suit because she felt
                                  stylish and fit and at ease with her body,
                                  the fact was that the males in the crowd would
                                  make their own interpretation of her clothes,
                                  her body, and her intentions, and their reactions
                                  had to be taken into account. She had to be
                                  careful "not to send the wrong message,"                                       Clara
                                  counseled. 
                              But
                                  even as she spoke, Clara winced at the sound
                                  of her own words and the message they sent
                                  to her daughter -- that Robin was not free
                                  to simply dress as she pleased for a day at
                                  the pool. She had to consider the possibility
                                  of undesirable consequences. That despite her
                                  girlish view of herself and the world, her
                                  body spoke of womanly potential, and that was
                                  problematic. Yet why should a girl have to
                                  view her blossoming body as a liability? 
                              Robin
                                  objected and was furious. She didn't care what
                                  boys thought; why should she have to take them
                                  into account? 
                              "The
                                  trouble was, on the inside, I agreed with her," Clara
                                  said. "I can't say that I honestly thought
                                  anything bad would happen to her at the pool.
                                  At the same time, there is a real element of
                                  danger for girls -- you can't ignore the news
                                  stories of sex molesters, rapists -- girls
                                  and women are preyed upon. But there was something
                                  else, too. It was depressing for me to see
                                  her wanting to buy into this media image of
                                  girls as hot chicks, at twelve! She's this
                                  wonderful girl, with a great mind and funny
                                  sense of humor and a good heart, and I don't
                                  want people looking at her body and sizing
                                  her up that way. It's so demeaning! 
                              "She's
                                  right -- it ought to be okay for a girl to
                                  wear what makes her happy. Boys don't have
                                  to worry about what they wear, but the reality
                                  for girls is different. It made me angry to
                                  think about it, and sad to hear myself telling
                                  my daughter that she has to go by the same
                                  old unfair rules 'because I said so.' But I
                                  didn't want to go into much detail about my
                                  reasons because I didn't want her to have to
                                  think about the dark side of all this like
                                  I do. 
                              "It
                                  was," she said, borrowing from the title of
                                  one of her daughter's favorite childhood books, "a
                                  terrible, horrible, no good, very bad shopping
                                  trip." 
                              Eventually,
                                  though, Clara gave in. Every other girl in
                                  Robin's circle of friends had the same skimpy,
                                  stylish suit. To dress differently would have
                                  set Robin up for teasing and the most humiliating
                                  attention. Clara could remember the pain of
                                  that from her own girlhood; who can forget?
                                  There was also the fact that no other parent
                                  she knew had mentioned this as a source of
                                  worry, dismay, or a conflict of values. Maybe
                                  she was being unreasonable, too protective,
                                  too reactive. Maybe it really didn't matter
                                  anymore. She didn't believe that, but she wasn't
                                  sure that winning the bathing suit decision
                                  was worth the cost to her daughter, who would
                                  be the one to suffer the consequences in her
                                  peer group. Clara threw in the towel, so to
                                  speak, and accepted the inevitable. It was,
                                  after all, just a swimsuit. 
                              "But
                                  I'm still upset by the principle of
                                  the thing," Clara told me. "Just because everybody's
                                  doing it doesn't make it right. There's so
                                  much that 'everybody's doing' that isn't right
                                  or healthy for girls. And how can I expect
                                  my twelve-year-old to make sense of things
                                  if I can't do it myself?" 
                              Clara
                                  often feels like the Lone Ranger as she grapples
                                  with the issues of the day, but she isn't alone.
                                  In my work as a school psychologist, consultant,
                                  and speaker, I hear from thousands of other
                                  mothers, fathers, and teachers, and thousands
                                  more girls themselves, all of whom share similar
                                  stories of their own struggles to navigate
                                  the rich and risky contemporary landscape for
                                  girls. 
                              Copyright
                                  (c) 2002 JoAnn Deak, Ph.D. 
                              
                               The
                                    above is an excerpt from  Girls
                                    Will be Girls: Raising Confident and Courageous
                                    Daughtersby JoAnn Deak, Ph.D., with Teresa
                                  Barker (Hyperion,August 2002)    |