Besides my passion and zeal for needlepointing and crockpotting (ha!) I have another passion in life that leaves me foaming at the mouth everytime I go to any public forum and that is teenage/preteen girls and the fact that they are DRESSED LIKE PROSTITUTES!!! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?!?! WHERE IS YOUR POLLY POCKET ACTION FIGURE?!?! WHY DO YOUR SHORTS HAVE LESS MATERIAL THAN MY PURSE?!?!! Whatever happened to the days of putting on something and your parents sending you back to your room because your skirt didn't hit below your knees? Or going to the library with a parental figure and checking out the newest Babysitter's Club Book? (MaryAnn was my absolute favorite ecspecially when she got her hair cut and all new clothes!) Now a days girls come out of the womb naked and NEVER ACTUALLY PUT CLOTHES ON!!! They walk around with their preboobies/boobies hanging out their nonexistent shirts and their butts stuffed into too tight shorts that are barely covering their behinds. I DO NOT GET IT! Dean literally has to hold me back from running up with a sleeping bag to cover these mini-soontobe Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and telling them to go Build-A-Bear and proceed to go home and watch NickJr. But what really gets me is THE PARENTS!! OR LACK OF THERE OF!! WHY DO YOU LET YOUR DAUGHTERS DRESS WITH NO CLOTHES ON?!? WHY DO YOU LET THEM GO OUT OF THE HOUSE NAKED?!?! Don't you know that little boys are salivating at the mouth and older men are thinking naughty thoughts that shouldn't be in their disgusting vile minds?? Don't you instill in your daughers a sense of individuality and self confidence that they don't have to dress like the hollister maniquins or show their pretty little tushies off to feel good about themselves? (For the record, my children will NEVER spend a PENNY at Hollister. I hate that store. Its of the devil. And its so dark and loud and smells like sex)
I proceed. I look around in life and everyday I point things out to myself, Riley, Dean, my mother, the milkman or paperboy (pretty much anyone who pretends they are listening to me) and I tell them "My children will not do such and such" or "My children will not wear such and such". Case and point. I was at Target the other day and thought that Target was a safe bet on appropiate attire. But then my eye came across this travisty: What the hell is this? Elastic jeans that are made for a child but put in the JR section so that JR sized women think they are inadequate because they can't fit into the elastic peice of crap "jean".
NO NORMAL HUMAN BEING OVER THE AGE OF CONCEPTION SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIT INTO THESE JEANS!!! What is wrong with America?!?!! Why aren't we reading more about Betsy Ross or Eleanor Roosevelt instead of immersing ourselves in whether or not Brad and Angelina are still together this week and what length Kate Gosselin's hair is?!? COME ON PEOPLE! (myself included!!) WHAT GOES IN COMES OUT! And what is coming out is showing up in todays youth. There's my rant. I pity my children. I really do. They don't have a snowballs chance in hell. They really don't. And I pray and plead already that God ordains my eggs to meet male sperm because if I ever see a sonagram of my beautiful womb and the tech says "Congratulations! Its a girl", I will literally not know what to do. I'm terrifed of girls! With a boy you give them a bat and if they make contact with the ball they feel good about themselves. That's easy. That's fun. But a girl...oh my LORD i'm terrifed. Any other woman can raise beautiful wonderful self-sufficient girls who will grow up and change the world, but ME?!?!?! I'll probably give my daughter a complex in the womb of not being good enough because of something I ate or didn't eat. Thank God for Dean. Dean's normal. He should raise of future children.
*sigh*
All this said: Parents-don't let your daughters grow up to be whores.
Thank you and goodnight.
Sincerly,
Becky
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