My dad shamed me on a regular basis when I was growing up.
I would spend a lot of time in front of the mirror while I was doing my hair, pretending to talk to a girl that I was crushing on, or blatantly singing along with an *NSYNC or Backstreet Boys song. He would tell me right to my face that I was being a girl, a sissy. I remember this one time I went to a local community event and one of the pretty girls from school was there hosting some sort of picnic table selling nail polish. She convinced me to let her paint my nails a variety of bright, neon colors. I was immature and wanted her attention so I let her.
When I got home my dad was so ashamed of me - he wouldn't even look at me.
