There's been some fuss recently about a New York Times piece called "I do not want my daughter to be nice".
Catherine Newman, who writes a parenting blog, agonises over the fact she is a "radical, card-carrying feminist", yet still feels a deep-seated need for people to like her. Any people:
"...not only friends and family but also my son's orthodontist, the barista who rolls his eyes while I fumble apologetically through my wallet, and the ex-boyfriend who cheated on me."
Newman's daughter, inversely, is "decisive and no-nonsense". 10-year-old Birdy is kind and generous, but doesn't "smile or encourage" strangers, least of all the sleazy man in the hardware store who tells her she's pretty. There's no inherent need in Birdy to charm, or to convey sweetness:
"She is a beautiful kid," Newman writes, "but she is also sure and determined in a way that is not exactly pretty. Which is fine, because God help me if that girl ends up smiling through her entire life as if she is waitressing or pole-dancing or apologizing for some vague but enormous infraction, like the very fact of her own existence."