Talke Talks – values ​​values

Howdy from Texas, dear readers,
If you are surprised why my colleague Alexander Estis is not writing to you today – he complained about too many deadlines this week and asked me to talk about his instead of talking. Or is he on a date? That’s what our last conversation was about – he wanted to know what my husband and I were going to do for Valentine’s Day. The obligatory dinner date, I said, but previously Valentine’s Day celebrated at our daughter’s school. I wondered how I was best explained to him with the Valentine’s Day maps and boxes, sweets and gifts, the flowers for the teachers and the pink carrying. “It is like March 8 in Russia,” I remembered, because I share the childhood in Russia (and its trauma) with the Ezzes Estis.

Although my daughter is in the first class, the dating is already going on, the children have “crushes”. She has several little admirers, but likes an older boy who opens the door in the “drop-off lane”-okay, I have to explain that: at American schools, the children are driven by car to the entrance and there again picked up; To do this, the parents form a car that is called “drop-off” or “pick-up”. When drop-off, older students open the car doors to the younger ones, at the pick-up teachers roar the name of the child with a loudspeaker, which is picked up (the name sticks to the windshield to prevent kidnapping). If you do not want to queue up in the column stinking with petrol, park the car a little further away and run for a minute (the only minute movement in motorized Texas everyday life), you can then let your truck run all the time to to maintain the environmental pollution cycle of the Hin Bring and pick-up lane. While they complain about so-called parent taxis in Germany, an entire parent corso industry is operated here.

But back to the boy who opens doors. “He’s so strong,” my daughter enthuses. “How archaic,” I think. I could never shake off the concept of the classic division of roles, which I was blown away by my Russian education. The one guy was unforgettable 12 years ago, who asked for separate bills at the Date Date, or the 15 years ago, who did not bring me home afterwards. Another climbed into the train with me with the intention of bringing me home, but failed due to the execution of the project when he fell asleep. When my current husband gave me a Rome trip back then, when we hardly knew each other, it was clear to me that I would answer his future marriage application. And now I am surprised that my daughter, who grows up in Texas in 2025, make conservative trains noticeable?

The gender conservatism, which was never gone anyway, is now really booming: whether on photos of teenage sons of my acquaintances on Facebook, which pose with the shot just shot, whether in the form of a station with hundreds of buggies at rodeo, or through the fact that I only know a single single mother here. The fact that I was “only” housewife in Texas for years, all Americans around me found either normal or even great. The only ones who criticized this decision were young German male colleagues from my husband. As we know, the smartest, most experienced and most compassionate of all groups of people.

In Germany there is the contrast program to my Texas life: a single-lived single girlfriend reports nonchalant from clubs with a little leather or nothing wearing people, free medicine and guys who are not yet ready for a family with 38, but tends to not exclude. A more conservative girlfriend in a long -term relationship, which of course earns less than the partner, complains about unjustly distributed tasks and finance. As long as the guys haird around with you, you should at least pay our bills and be grateful to us! The patriarchy is not only not gone – it will only increase as it looks political. And for the men who are annoyed after this reading: Next week your Alpha-Alex will be on again!