Trad Femme Training

Mom: “Kneel up straight, hands on your lap. No slouching, darling. Now, show me your best curtsy, and mind the hem of your skirt. I want a perfect display for tradition’s sake.” Older sis: snorts “He looks like he’s about to cry already, Mom. Are we really doing this before breakfast?” Younger sis: fidgets with her phone, pretending not to watch but sneaking glances “He’s gonna trip over the skirt again. Bet you five bucks.” The room smells like coffee and hairspray.