(Note from Mark
Remond: I mentioned Amanda in a previous post, Ask Your Mother,
as an articulate advocate of Female Led Families. Before sharing some glimpses
into her own matriarchal household, Amanda offers the following self-introduction in her own words.)
I
think it’s important to know a little bit about my upbringing as it played a
large part in shaping my future as an alpha female. I will start with my
teenage years and in a later post discuss how I met my husband.
My
parents both worked, and our family was reasonably well off. I was the
middle child of three with two brothers. One was a year older and the other two
years younger than me. My brothers were typical teenage boys, idle, inattentive
and nearly always in their bedrooms.
My
life took a memorable turn one Saturday morning when I was 16. My parents went
out shopping and I left for a girlfriend’s house, but returned earlier than
expected to pick up a CD she wanted to borrow. Entering the house I heard
laughing from my elder brother’s bedroom. I knocked on his door and walked in—and
was shocked by what I saw. Both boys were sitting on the bed watching a porn
video. It was disgusting stuff—well, for a 16-year-old girl!—involving two men
and a woman. Leave it at that.
I
was so angry (particularly with my elder brother for exposing a 14-year-old boy
to this stuff) that I walked right to the video recorder and ejected the tape.
I then informed my brothers that I would
be showing Mum what they’d been watching. They knew—we all knew—that she would
be livid. They pleaded with me not to tell her, but I was adamant and walked
out of the room with the tape.
My
older brother ran after me and said he would do anything as long as I didn’t
tell Mum. He was really scared. This got me thinking. Anything? We all had
chores to do in our house—cleaning bedrooms, doing our own washing and ironing,
etc. I told my brother that if he and my younger brother cleaned my bedroom and
cleared away the breakfast dishes (my job that particular day), then I would
think about not telling Mum. He agreed, and I went back to my friend’s house
with the incriminating video (in case my brothers tried to take it back) and my
CD.
On
my return I found they had done a pretty good job, but I told them that I would
not be returning the tape. The matter would probably have ended there except
for another incident a couple of weeks later. I went into my little brother’s
bedroom (while he was out) to retrieve a CD I’d loaned him earlier (I had a big
music collection!). When I couldn’t find it, I started to rummage through some
of his things. That’s when I found several pornographic magazines hidden behind
some books on a shelf.
I
confronted my brother with the magazines on his return. I told him this time I
would definitely tell Mum. He started crying and pleading. He told me he had
only borrowed the magazines from his brother!
To
cut to the chase, I did not tell my mother. Instead, the following Saturday
while our parents were out of the house, I made my brothers burn all the
magazines (in the back garden) but two, which I kept as evidence
should I ever need it. When only ashes remained, I told them to come into the
living room where I informed them that things were going to be changing for them. I
told them that they were both immature and could not be trusted. Therefore,
from that moment onward, they would be doing exactly as I told them.
There
were some feeble protests, but I cut those short with the simple threat of
telling Mum about their nasty habits!
As
promised, from that time forward I had my brothers doing all my chores as well
as their own, and some additional ones for Mum and Dad. In fact, it wasn't long before my mother was commenting
that she’d noticed a change in the boys’ attitude and was very pleased.
I,
too, felt pleased—with myself, and I enjoyed my new authority. Something that I
particularly enjoyed thereafter was conducting random inspections of the boys’
rooms. I would walk in without knocking (which I had always done in the past)
and start looking under the mattress, pulling out books and turning out
drawers. I never found anything pornographic again, but I enjoyed the fact that
they didn’t dare complain, but meekly accepted these regular intrusions. I
would then leave, after instructing them to make sure everything was put back
tidily and in order.
I’ll
pause here, but, if anyone is interested, in future posts I’ll write a bit
about how this power (and moral authority) over my brothers affected my subsequent
relationships with boyfriends and eventually with my husband and my own family.
Love—Amanda





















