Stereotypes In A High School's Football Team

When I was young, I did not know how unfair the world could be. That is how it is with almost everyone. You don't notice the judgemental eyes or the hurtful words until later on in life. Those who think everything is fine are deluded and hopeful. If I wanted to stray from the path the world had given to me, I would be considered an outcast. I have so many stereotypes to live up to, and the fear of society’s wrath keeps me in line.

My dad was the one to encourage me to try out for the school’s football team. We tossed around a football in my backyard as soon as he came home from work for as long as I can remember. It was a way for me to spend time with him, and I loved it. Then I grew up. I would watch TV and see shows and movies with girls

I stuck with the football team, just as someone from student council would hang out with their fellow future leaders. The same football team that played youth football team and moved onto high school football. Some moved away, and new people came along, but we were still the original team that played as 8 year-olds. Those third graders grew up. We had to date cheerleaders, go to parties, and be rude. I was tired of it. I was always classified as the jock. What most people did not know or expect was that I had good grades. I studied hard. If I couldn't get into college based on my ability to throw a ball, maybe I would get in because of my hard work. College would be a fresh start, the road to a good job and future.

I’m still not sure what I want to do with my life. The typical path is trying for professional football, but I’m not interested in the sport. Jobs I have shown interest in were the ones my “friends” laughed at. When you think of an elementary school teacher, you rarely picture a man doing that job. From time to time, I would think of settling down with someone and staying home with my kids, but a stay-at-home dad is more frowned upon than a male nurse. It isn't fair. I have needed my father just as much as my mother when I was growing up. My mother taught me to be kind, but my father taught me how to be

It was titled A Man May Change, written by Marvin Bell. According to Marvin Bell, it sometimes happens that a man has changed so slowly that he slips away before anyone notices and lives and dies before anyone can find out. (18-21)
Generations of people will pass before anything drastic can happen towards the abolishment of gender inequality. Both men and women will die before they can truly act as who they really are.

The barrier between the two genders is not the fault or responsibility of just one gender. The definition of feminism is, according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, “the belief that men and women should have equal rights and opportunities.” In the fight for gender equity, we should not put one gender above the other. I would like to believe that I could be a feminist, but people like me are what is holding back the movement. If more people stepped out of their assigned gender role and chose a different path, change can and will happen.

I have never told anyone about my thoughts before. My friends would laugh and leave. I would not be able to look at my father. He would be disappointed, angry, or both. He loves me, but he wouldn't understand. No one notices anything. There must be other people like me who hide how they really feel. It's one way to avoid the judgemental eyes and hurtful