“Daddy, I want to be a pop singer when I grow up.’ There, it’s out, I’ve dared to voice my dream, to say it out loud. Dad is the only adult I know who has some interest in music, even if it is Petula Clark, and now I've told him, I've taken the first step towards making my dream real. Dad will know what to do, how to get me started, point me in the right direction. 'You're not chic enough.' I don't know what the word chic means but I know what he means. I understand from the tone of his voice that I'm having ideas about myself that are way above my looks, capabilities and charms, and I believe him. He must be right, he’s my father. Dad and I walk along in silence. I think, He didn’t ask me if I can sing - but obviously that doesn’t matter. I’m just not chic enough.” Childhood TraumaBad ParentingBad ParentsTraumatizingBad Parenting SkillsBad FathersBad Father Book:Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys Source: Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys