Hayley Smith (American Dad!) - Biography

Biography

Hayley Smith is the daughter of Stan Smith, a CIA agent, and Francine Smith, a housewife. Hayley was born on a safari in Africa, due to Stan refusing to believe the OB-GYN when Francine said she should not travel. Unlike her father, her mother and her brother, Steve Smith, Hayley is ultra-liberal. She is a casual user of marijuana (though in "Jones for a Smith," Hayley actually worried that her marijuana smoking is getting out of hand and begs Francine to let her go to rehab, with Francine callously telling her daughter to stop being so melodramatic). Hayley often helps the homeless, and is in favor of gun control. This causes a great amount of distrust for Stan, consistently having views being polar opposite of hers, but deep down they are more alike than they think. When she was younger, Hayley and Stan got along very well, and indeed, they have similar personality traits, such as stubbornness and distrust of those they disagree with. In the third season episode "Stanny Slickers II: The Legend of Ollie's Gold", it is revealed that her middle name is Dreamsmasher.

She lives with her parents and goes to Groff Community College, though she moved out temporarily after a bitter argument with Stan. As a college student, Hayley also majors in women's history and promotes women's rights (though she downplayed the blatant gender oppression of the Middle East, even telling Saudi guards that she respected their right to chase her).

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