No. I'm not talking about wearing white shoes after Labor Day. Or drinking soy milk at the June Dairy Days parade in Wisconsin.
I'm flipping channels tonight while working and I landed on "Toddlers & Tiaras". It's a truly awful look at child beauty pageants. I'm horrified to see that these little girls use more makeup and beauty products in a pageant than I've used my entire adult life. I'm horrified that they try to dress them up like adult women and make them walk with a sway in their non-existent hips. I'm horrified that they've turned little girls who should be worried about tea parties and barbies and princesses into the next generation of neurotics, psychotics, and anorexics.
I saw a little girl cry because she got "Queen" instead of "Grand Supreme".
I saw a little girl cry because she wanted her hair "crimped" and they didn't have time.
I saw a little girl tell the camera man she was sure that she would win because she had blonde hair and blue eyes. I saw her mother say she didn't care if the other girls were going to be natural - her daughter was going to go "glitz."
I saw the reasons I'm glad I have sons . . . and while I've decided to keep them from dating until they are 40.
Thank heaven for little girls . . . and heaven help little girls whose mothers dress them and parade then around like anything but little girls.