PLEASE READ AND POST YOUR OWN GOLDEN BOY STORIES, EVEN IF YOU ARE A GOLDEN BOY.

Once upon a time, not so very long time ago, in the desert of the southwest, there were 2 little girls who hated their brother. It was not that he was such a bad brother, mind you. He only rented out his Mickey Mouse Classic Comics, after spending hours telling his sisters about all the hidden treasures within--that they would never see unless they rented the comic; chased his sisters around saying he was going to drop a lizard down the back of our dress, held "stores" and sold all his toys, including his rubber Mickey Mouse and then stole them back ad nauseum, and then taunted us with the name Ms Perfectform when we began to develop. His other job was to be the golden boy who could do no harm and be loved and indulged despite the fact that he was incapable of loving back. Later on, he flunked out of college too. He partied all the time, never went to class, and got tickets for speeding all the time. The cops used to wait behind trees as he was so predictable. The sisters didn't get a bike at all-- because they were girls. He got a red Schwinn and lorded it over his very young sisters. We could go on, but the point here is this formed our ideas about males--ideas that later were borne out by solid evidence. We are now both single and bitter. They are all golden boys waiting to be indulged. We refuse to do that. Our refusal has shaped all our relationships, or lack of them.
Signed, The Unworthy Ones, Katie and Annie