I just read this somewhere. And no, t'was not a guy but a GAL spake those self-limiting words. Though the originator of that statement knew me not, she punched my button as surely as a blind bullet fired at 45 degrees into the heavens might find its way back through the leafy canopy and strike me in my deerstand.
Not for girls?
It all started with Artemis..Diana if you will. The singlemost damaging role model ever displayed to young women. Devoted to the chase and the healing arts, and to children, she has led many of us down the garden path and into the woods.
There were others, of course, Amazons and other mythological archers, and as the timeline blends into our own era, the light is cast more boldly, female archers are limned in greater clarity, and reflect the great diversity with which the Earth is blessed.
Now, I am not a girl, but a full-grown (overgrown) woman, and I started shooting as a girl of nine. I have had a lifetime of people telling me what I couldn't do or had to do because of my being female. I rejected it, I fought it, and have spent my time on Earth determining what I thought was worthwhile and what I thought was Shinola. I have pursued the worthwhile and gotten rid of the fertilizer as best as I could.
If shooting is not for women, then there are a whole lot of us deluded gals out there doing it. And it would take someone stronger than me to tell these proud girls, growing into confident, capable women, that what they did was wrong.
So, where can all of this lead a poor misguided woman? There is stumping, backyard fun and 3-D shoots. It is a fun thing to be able to teach your kids, and while away an afternoon.
There is of course, Trad Gang. Or the Olympics.
Olympic video Any number of paths lead the merry archers' feet into adventures and victories, self-improvement and analysis, defeats and rethought strategies. What endears me most to archery is that it gives me great excuses. Doing dishes softens my fingers and ruins my release. Can't do anything in the kitchen because the arrows are drying, propped on the counter up against the cabinets. Can't sweep, I made the broom into a bowscale.
Basically, housework isn't for girls who shoot bows.
Killdeer ~just thought I'd share a rant. And now you know where the button is. Certainly not on my lip!