Watching the Canadian women's hockey team win was awesome.
As they took off their helmets, I just wanted to kiss their sweaty, beautiful, exultant heads! This is how women actually look when they've worked hard and accomplished something.
They're not thinking, "Does this hockey equipment make me look fat? How's my makeup? My hair is awful."
What they're thinking is this: "We made an amazing comeback to win an Olympic gold medal!"
It's the same way I think I looked after I had my baby.
It's the same way my mom looked after fighting an out-of-control ditch fire to save a field.
It's the way one of my work colleagues looks after she's gone for a particularly fierce run.
I didn't used to care about role models.
Role models? Yawn. Aren't women free and equal now?
A baby girl changes all that.
Now that she's two and we're watching My Little Pony, I can't help but think, "Aren't those ponies a little thin?
They used to be fat and round and pony-like when I was young. Are ponies supposed to be that thin? Should someone call the SPCA?"
'I want my daughter to know she's a creature of the universe — a one-of-a-kind creation.' - CBC Producer Amanda Marcotte
These ponies are gorgeous. I kind of want to be one of these ponies. And it all makes me worry for my daughter.
I'm worried because I look through the magazines and obsess about how I look and how much I weigh.
And yet, I want my daughter to know she's beautiful exactly the way she is.
She's started looking in the mirror. But what I love is, she pushes her stomach out to see how far it can go and then laughs like crazy. Good girl.
She wants my vanilla lip gloss. Partially to put it on. Partially to eat it.
She already wants to be pretty.Because everyone exclaims, "Don't you look cute in the dress!"
And she does.
I can't help but tell her "My little girl, you are so cute!'"
Her daddy always adds, "And smart!"
What a good daddy.
I want my daughter to know she's a creature of the universe — a one-of-a-kind creation.
But why don't we as women think that about ourselves that way all the time?
I don't think my mom knew she was at her most beautiful when she was hauling grain in a giant truck. (She had to sit on a crocheted pillow to reach the gas pedal)
Or she was lovely when a baby chick she was holding pooped on her new red shirt.
Or her eyes were green and glorious on Christmas mornings when we were all in our pajamas with messy hair.
But we all know the Canadian women's hockey team were at their most amazing, and most beautiful with sweaty helmet hair and grins from ear to ear.
It gives me hope for my daughter.
It gives me hope for myself.
It gives me hope that the world is talking about women for something more than twerking.
Now, for heaven's sake, will somebody please feed those ponies?
(Amanda Marcotte produces Blue Sky every weekday between 12 and 1 p.m. You can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or reach her on Twitter: @amandamCBC)