Growing up I was spanked as a child. In fact, I was slapped in the face a time or two. I was taught to cross my T's and dot my I's. I learned to ride a horse before I could walk graciously. I eventually learned how to walk in heels and the proper way to sit in a dress. I was taught to carry myself with dignity no matter the circumstance.

So don't stereotype me as your average millennial.

We have fires burning here in the Midwest. Over a million cattle have died. People have lost their lives, and on these same days, I see people protesting for International Women's Day. Well, I'm sorry (not) because as a woman who's looking to further her education to go into a field that is male-dominated, I'm confused just what rights I'm deprived of.

Look, honey, it's not 1970 anymore.

I haven't seen anything about my fellow ranchers and farmers on national television. You talk about brave! I'd like to see half the people that protest to run back into flame in your average clothing to save animals.

I am free to worship my God as a Christian woman. I'm not asked to cover my face. I'm not asked to sacrifice anything. We have a president who wants to protect us from terrorist and you say let them in? You're a fool. Am I saying all of refugees/immigrants are bad? No, I'm saying that their religion states they are against Christians.

With that, you tell me that this country was built on immigration. Yes, it was, honey, I'm Croatian. But this country wasn't built in 2017 and this country wasn't built on these conditions. I'm all for helping those in need, but we must protect our homeland first. I'm all for immigrating to better one's life, but I will not pay for you to live here freely.

I'm a millennial and I'm not OK with gays, lesbians, and bisexuals. Does that mean I treat them like a pile of crap? No, I hate the sin, not the person. However, I refuse to share a bathroom with one. I'm sorry, but if you want equal rights for this condition you're born with, then fight for your own bathroom. Don't take away my peace of mind for yours.

DO NOT take me for your average millennial girl because I'm far from it. I'm born and raised under Midwest standards. I still wear my shorts long enough for my butt to be covered, I still go to church, I will go to heaven, I believe in a white wedding, I believe in spanking my child, I believe in first-place prizes, I don't believe in participation trophies. No, you work for what you want!

I am ashamed, America. I am ashamed we've let this country come to this standard. Everyone is laughing at us, and if you can't see that shame on you. I was taught to hold myself to a high standard. I was taught my value is what I had to say about myself, not what others had to. I was taught to always see the value in myself. I was taught to take my losses, accept my battles, and give thanks for my wins.

I'm sorry for my generation and those to come. But I'm not sorry for my beliefs. I was taught to fight for my rights and beliefs. Even if that means I die trying. My God died for me, He sweated blood for me to live freely. I will not give up on Him. I will fight for the rights of women around the world when the time is right. But I will not throw myself a pity party at home.

Maybe some of you are going to say, "Fight for women now." You know what, maybe I will, but I'll do it on the front line. Because I was taught to always put my best foot forward. I can't do anything worthwhile parading my tits around for everyone to see at a protest. Grow up, ladies, and throw your fits at home. Nobody wants to see that and it's far from brave.

I've experienced hunger. I've been without a home. I know pain. I know struggles. I have a heart, and I know people are struggling around the world. But here at home in the USA we have it good. You want something worth fighting for, go to a third- world country. Build a well for children. Rescue women from forced sexual encounters. You could be doing something much more worthwhile than protesting in this great country. Heck, you could be rescuing the ones homeless, hungry, and without love here. But no, you won't do that, will you?

You see, America, you have made your children spoiled. Everyone wants attention. Everyone wants to be famous, but nobody wants to do the hard work to get there. God forbid, you do something life-changing without recognition.

God forbid, you save one's life without winning a first-place trophy.