At a recent Open House event at my daughter's school, one of her teachers said the following to my husband and me:
Your daughter is doing really well. She got an A on her last report, though I wish she'd just do what I ask her to do -- I do provide the students with a checklist -- and not go off on tangents and provide extra information about stuff that apparently interests her. But that's not what you really need to worry about. I gotta tell you, if your daughter ever marries -- and I'm not sure she's ever gonna get married -- her husband will not be the one wearing the pants in that family.
During the moment of stunned silence that followed that pronouncement, another parent broke into the conversation with "Oh Mr. S, I am so worried about how my son Rupert did on that test today and...". My husband and I drifted away.
We walked in silence for a minute, then my husband asked me: Did he just call our daughter a bitch?
I said: No, I think he just called our daughter a castrating bitch.
What's a girl to do? I'd like to say she takes after her mother, but in fact she resembles her father more in her intense personality.
Later, I asked her what she thinks of this teacher and she said that he's nice enough but kind of "ineffectual". Interesting. I wonder if this teacher has issues with pantswearing women.
4 hours ago