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Friday, May 20, 2011

Mommas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be Hookers.

Are you KIDDING me? This "outfit" is from a kids' dance catalog. WHO designed this? Satan?
This just in from Abercrombie Kid’s Child Molester Line: super skinny jeans for preteens with “a little stretch for a sexy look to give you the perfect butt,” according to Christina M. Kelly on TODAY.com. Yes, yes, this is a fantastic idea because what preteen doesn’t deserve a sexy ass? Certainly Suri Cruise will be rocking a pair with her hot baby-hooker heels any moment now. I’m flabbergasted that Abercrombie would even because A & F got in such scalding water earlier this year for trying to sell push-up bikini tops to second graders. Another brilliant idea: elementary racks on display. Yeccch.

In Kelly’s article (http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/43081000/ns/today-today_health/) , a typically flaccid clinical psychologist named Mackey counsels that parents should explain to their young daughters that just because 30% of all the clothes in the little girl sections of Neiman Marcus and Aeropostale and Justice and Kmart and Target and WalMart (and apparently 100% of the crap in ALL of their friends’ closets) resemble teeny stripper-wear ensembles, doesn’t mean that they need to dress just like their little slut buddies down the block. My favorite part of Mackey’s shtick is her verb: explain. She even coaches parents who whip out their gold cards and buy those mini-fish-nets because they cannot think of the right words: “Say: ‘I think that the clothes send the wrong message…”

What. The. Fuck? Just fucking say NO, you mother-fucking-spineless-sorry-asswipe-excuses-for-adults. For generations, parents did not explain why they said no, and people in general grew up just fine, except for serial killers and politicians, but those folks don’t count because their DNA stands for devil-nucleic-acid. Why should anyone, anyone explain to a child anything other than when I say no, I mean it; it’s final; you have no need to know why; and if you keep whining, you will go to your fucking room until you are 18.  

Disney started this shit with all its dumbass television programs and movies featuring precocious tots and stupid-as-sticks parents. The children were the ones who had to save the day or the world or the family. Then, Disney birthed the quintessential pop-tart, Britney-dumb-as-a-dirt-clod-Spears. I wonder who was best served by Brit’s up-to-her-ass, school-girl-plaid skirt and knee-socks outfit? It’s a kiddie-porn dream! Suddenly, everyone had to dress like the pedophile’s deepest fantasy. And parents all across this great land gladly bankrolled the next generation’s descent into the gutter. (Don’t even get me started on toddler beauty pageants.) It isn’t cute, Moms and Dads, when your children flounce around like whores. If people stop purchasing for their youngsters t-shirts with emblazoned come-ons, micro-shorts with sexual slogans on the ass, and styles of “clothes” only found in Fredericks of Hollywood catalogs, then manufacturers will stop producing the crap. Jesus, Moms. How hard is this? Grow some balls. Stomp your foot. Stand your ground. And repeat after me: No.

3 comments:

  1. This is so true. I can't stand seeing the preteens and the pre-preteens wearing the clothes that should have been wrapped around the parents throat for buying them in the first place. The phrase "Because. I. Said. So." was enough of an explanation for me. Of course that phrase was followed by the threat of "Do I need to get the belt?" So it was simple for me..No.

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  2. Exactly! I used to seethe when my mother said, "Because I said so." I remember thinking that I'd never, ever say it to my kids just to spite my mom. Har har. It's the BEST parenting phrase EVER. (Plus the belt warning was a pretty effective deterrent. We'd be in jail for assault now if we tried that.)

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  3. Shoot, I hear myself tell the girls all sorts of phrases I swore I would never ever say that Mom said!

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