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Is Nellyville squandering a chance to help safeguard our daughters?

On one of the rare days during the holidays that I didn't work on our house, I binge-watched almost the entire first season of Nellyville. Watching someone on screen who is obviously a loving father and uncle was a little jarring against the backdrop of Hot in Herre, but it was still better television than anything else on at the time.

The scene where he took his daughter Nana bowling on a date is one I could see happening in 15 or so years with me and The Kid. Nana asked Nelly if he trusted her, and he said he did but it was the boys he didn't trust. She said the men coming around her were intimidated by her dad, and he was proud of that, saying, "I'm just letting them know, there are consequences and repercussions.

Again, these are things I could see myself saying. And after a few minutes of, "Yeah! Another dad who thinks the way I do," I realized his attitude toward his son and nephew didn't jive with the attitude he had toward Nana.

Maybe scenes were cut out in editing, but I don't remember one time where he pulled his son or nephew aside and talked with them about how to treat a woman. There were no lectures about respecting a woman's no, or thoughtful scene about giving women respect, including those you say you love.
The message I walked away with was a sadly familiar one, the onus for good behavior is on the woman. These young men, who were by all accounts decent men, are given none of the burden for treating the women in their lives with respect and dignity.    

The Nellyville fan in me hopes I missed something, or that scenes were left on the cutting-room floor because they don't make for good television. The proud Papa of a strong little girl was disappointed, thinking that an opportunity to help safeguard our daughters is being squandered.

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