Me, Little Miss Bossy?
If you’ve visited Google today, then you’ve seen their homage to Roger Hargreaves’ collection of children’s books titled Mr. Men and Little Miss. Released during my childhood, in the 1980’s, these books experienced huge popularity resulting in t-shirts and animated shorts. My mother, with her typical biting sense of humor, dubbed me Little Miss Bossy after the character of the same name. Honestly, it was a nickname I had rightfully earned. After all, I constantly bossed my older brother around and probably anyone else I could get away with. I was willful from the time I was a very small child. When my mother would try to teach me simple things such as the proper way to hold a fork, I used to say, “You’re not the boss of me!” and proceed to do things my own way, a trait that follows me to this day.
Although I knew I deserved the name, I never understood why it had a negative conotation to it. Even now as an adult, I can remember the pain and confusion this caused me and I would get so angry at my mother when she harped on this. It just seemed to be such a part of my basic personality that to expect me to change it through taunting seemed pointless and cruel. It’s just one of many double standards that I resented even at a young age. Men are looked up to and called leaders when they are bossy while women are called bitch. Even the series of books as a whole are rife with double standards. The name of the series are “Mr. Men” and “Little Miss.” I’m surprised the feminists of the 80’s didn’t have a field day with the inequality of that.
Anyway, I’m still pretty bossy, as much as the world has tried to train it out of me, it still comes out at times. I would say I am more “diplomatic” now, in other words I’ve learned to manipulate and please my way into getting my way in this world, especially with men. Women are not as easy to manipulate, sorry guys. In any case, it’s probably best that I remain in a menial position in my company. I think I’ve grown too fond of people liking me and I no longer want the “respect” that comes with being the boss. My friend Jessica once called me Under-Achiever-of-the-Year, which is true in a lot of ways. I am bright enough to be successful, but it’s not that simple. Maybe someday I’ll unload some of this baggage that leads me to be where I’m at, but ultimately all I really want is to be happy.
And I am happy. So for me I am successful.
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