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The Bad bitch syndrome





Today, while walking in Spanish town with my mother we came upon a high school student arguing with a older man. The man said to her that she had no manners and the high school student said to him that " if him see manners a give weh a shop". I often address females as ladies on my blog but I didn't address this high school student in that manner. Her behaviour does not qualify her to be called a lady. It worries me that this is a very common behaviour among our children here in Jamaica and the rest of the world. Our children show little or no respect for anyone anymore. They say what they feel and they do what they feel around you. I remember going on a coaster bus one evening and seeing students kissing and feeling up each other around adults. When they were confronted they didn't care to hear any of the warnings of the adults.

What examples are we setting for the future of our world? Do parents teach children good manners anymore? In many cases the answer is no because the parents themselves don't practice good manners. Our country is filled with some of the most beautiful girls in the world until they open their mouths to address you. The role models of today are encouraging our girls to become bad bitches rather than women of class and promise. The word bitch is something to be proud of now ,it's a badge of honour.  What kind of generation are we grooming today? Our young people are vessels who are filled each and everyday. What are we feeding them? What we see today is what they have been fed in their short lives. It may not be at home that they learn the bad behaviour but wider society needs to step up and highlight more positive behaviour. We can get the best of infrastructure, the best of education, the best of physical attractiveness but without good manners they will never have a meaningful life. I implore us to encourage our girls to be more respectful of themselves and others. It hurts my heart whenever a child passes me and doesn't even bother to say good morning or good afternoon.

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