Friday, August 21, 2009
It's as if the new moms of the late nineties were using Las Vegas stripper advertisement magazines to choose their baby names: Lara Dawn, Astra, Zena, Sheera, Nitasha, Tawny, Starlette.... And now their little 12 year olds want to dress like sluts, and they wonder what's wrong.
When I was a kid my Mom bought all my clothing. I was never given money to go to the store and buy my own things until I was about 17. And whenever things got too tight or short, they went in the give-away box.
I remember one time when I was about 17, about 1984 I think, I came out of my bedroom dressed for church with some pretty big, wild, tousled hair. Looked kind of bed head-ish. My father happened to walk out of his bedroom at the same time, and he took one look at me, and told me to get back in front of that mirror and tame that hair down to a more decent look. That's so funny sounding now when I think about it, but I'm grateful he did keep me on somewhat of a leash when I was younger. I wasn't totally sheltered, but I was definitely given some boundaries and forbidden directions.
That's what I credit now for giving me the sense to know how to have fun and be a little crazy without ending up in jail or naked on the internet.
This article on John Stossel's blog make me glad I don't have kids.
Kids Getting Older Younger
My girl children would probably hate me, because I'd never let them dress like Paris or Brittney, and magazines like Cosmo Girl would never be allowed in my house. I'd be so strict that I'd probably end up causing the opposite effect eventually. But I see 12 and 14 year old girls in slutty clothing all the time now. It's sickening.
Wasn't sexualization of children considered to be one of the many things that contributed to the fall of the Roman Empire?
Add that to the other similarities in our government, and I'd say we're nearly there.