What you do speaks louder than anything you say.
Proper young ladies ALWAYS sit with their knees together!
When I was a girl a proper young lady would NEVER be seen without her gloves.
Children should be seen and not heard.
Grandma Abbott bustled about making tea. All the while she muttered to herself and then looked over her shoulder to make sure I was listening to every word.
I was, of course, but it was an act. Inside I was a rebel. Inside, I was the BAD girl mamas warned their baby boys about. On the outside I obeyed.
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This is in response to Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word challenge: ACT.
p.s. hubby laughed when I read this to him and reminded me that there was NO bad girl in me – the nuns (and Grandma Abbott) buried it so far down inside that he has not been able to get her out in the 45 years he’s known me. He says that like it’s a bad thing – haha
While it is always practical to be the good girl, I believe it is highly liberating and enjoyable to see the bad girl come out from time to time! I like it.
We’re often different around the ones we love, aren’t we?
I know I was different around my grandmother too. But the one who always thought I was the bad girl was my MIL, why else would her darling son fall for me.
That made me chuckle. I think I was a rebel on the outside with a good girl inside.
Awwww. I think the real difference between a “good” girl and a “bad” one is not that the good girl has no darkness, just that she suppresses it. Keeps it to herself.