By now you've figured out that I don't like weak parents. I don't like parents who let the kids call all the shots. I don't like parents who want to be their children's friend. I don't like parents who sigh heavily and say, "Well, what can I do? Jax refuses to wear a coat when it's snowing out."
Be a fricking adult and tell your kid: "Jax, you will wear your coat today because it is cold out. When the temperature is warmer than 70 degrees, you will no longer have to wear a coat. Today is 30 degrees, so it is a coat day. Please put on your coat so we can go to school." If that doesn't work you take Jax's LEGOs away every day he fights you on the coat. We all know, Jax is very bright (so you keep telling us) so he'll catch on after the first day I'm sure.
What I hate more than weak parents are parents who let their daughters dress like hootchies. I have a daughter who is in the 100 percentile for height. She wears size six and seven clothes right now. She is four years old. I have to shop for clothes for her in the big girls section since the toddler section hasn't fit for a year now. I am horrified by the choices we have for her to wear.
A few weeks ago we went to Macy's (with a coupon, of course) to find her an Easter dress. There were a couple of nice traditional Easter dresses, but there were several dresses that looked like they should come with a complimentary pole and hooker heels! I think Madonna wore one of the dresses on her "Like a Virgin" tour back in the '80s. These dresses sparkled and shimmied and just looked trashy hanging on a hanger. Of course, THESE are the dresses my daughter is attracted to.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Mommy. I love the pink one. See how it has jewels?" (Yeah, where her non-existent breasts go. I guess if I bought her the padded push up bra from Abercrombie she'd fill the jewels out nicely.) "Oooh, I love how my back shows in this one, Mommy!" (Who makes a backless Easter dress for kids?) After some tears and a lot of "Because I'm your mother -- that's whys" we finally decided she could squeeze into her 5T dress from last year one more time long enough for church and we'd cross this bridge next year.
It's not just Easter dresses. It's everything. I spend a fortune on her clothes because the only place I find nice, little girl clothes in her size is Gymboree, Hanna Andersson and Naartje. Even The Children's Place, which used to be a good place for me, has begun to let me down. It's become very hit or miss in there.
And it's not just that the clothes are too sexy. If they're not too sexy, then they're just too damn mature for these little girls. What little girl needs a maxi dress? Where is she going to wear that? Not to the playground. Not to school. Does she get invited to many poolside cocktail parties? What little girl needs short shorts with a logo emblazoned on her ass? Who buys those? WHY are you interested in drawing attention to your daughter's ass?
Easter SHOE shopping was another battle. (We managed to get the dress thing worked out, but the shoes from last year are definitely not going to work.) My Amazonian child has an enormous foot too and now wears big girl sized shoes. No more cute little white sandals or Mary Janes for her. Nope, now she has choices like wedges or 1.5 inch heels to choose from. There is always a random pair of ugly sandals she can wear and tons of ballet flats (which we have loads of). Of course, she wants the heels. "Londyn has high heeled shoes, Mommy. Why can't I??"
I want to ask Londyn's mother: "Do you remember what it was like growing up??? Because I do. It sucked balls. What is your problem?"
Our little girls have such a long road ahead of them already filled with landmines like anorexia, bulimia, cutting, depression, drugs, sex, and more. WHY are people like Londyn's mom trying to put them on that road earlier and earlier?
Body image is a BIG deal in this country. It's bad enough that when WE were 12, 13, and 14 years old we started worrying about if our asses were too big and our boobs were too small. Why in the hell would we want to start that crap with our five, six and seven year olds? Let's give them a couple more years of liking themselves.
Ugh. I don't know who to punch: the manufacturers of this shit, the stars -- like Miley Cyrus -- who wear this crap, the retailers who stock it, or the consumers who buy it. I think, ultimately, the blame goes to the consumers -- US. (I realize there are a couple kids out there with Gold Cards, but most of the buying is done by mom and dad.) If we'd just stop buying this misogynistic whore-wear maybe companies would stop trying to sell it to us and Miley would realize she's irrelevant and she'd go away.
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