Yes, stripper. That is not a typo. Apparently 2011 is the year of princess and all things girly in my abode. I feel like I've finally joined the "I have a daughter!" club and man, oh, man did I get thrown in head first.
In particular, I'd like to focus on the dress-up clothing of present day. Santa was feeling especially generous this past Christmas and left quite a few dress-up clothes under the ol' pine tree. A trunk, in fact. Unfortunately Santa did not do much research on this trunk before unloading it Christmas Eve night. Now Mommy and Daddy are left with a 2 year old who can manage to pick out the sluttiest of the slutty from her magical trunk of clothes. All we can do is cringe and say "Look how pretty you are!" for fear of hurting her self esteem. And we wonder why girls today prefer wearing Pretty Woman type garb pre-going-to-the-opera-in-my-beautiful-red-gown-moment. Sigh.
Trust me when I say this. You will not make yourself feel any better if you go back and read the toy reviews AFTER you've purchased the toy. In fact, you will feel like a complete moron. Right there in the product reviews it states clearly by Moms, Dads, and Grandparents of all types that these trunk items are not appropriate for little girls. Now I understand why my husband took almost 2 years to pick out the perfect dining room table. Okay, maybe I don't fully understand 2 YEARS, but I get the research part of it. Me, on the other hand, I look at those little star rating thingys and if it's anything over a 3, I'm sold. After purchasing a rather expensive transforming robot remote control car that doesn't work and a series of other seemingly nice toys that turned out to be bombs - SCREW THE STARS. I'm now focused on nothing else but reading negative after negative review on any item I purchase online or otherwise. People might be brutal, but they sure can save me a lot of money!
So anyway this trunk, upon opening, was nothing but a sea of pink and feathers and shiny things. I was pleased. It wasn't until later when my daughter tried on one of the low cut halters that left nothing to the imagination that I realized it wasn't so much a princesses dream as it was a prostitutes. My dearest little girl even pointed this out when she exclaimed "Look Mommy! My boobies!". Hell, these days she looks more innocent in nothing but a diaper and her toddler belly sticking out.
The variety of included skirts were no better. Completely see-through and nothing longer than mid-thigh. My hopes and dreams of capturing my little ballerina in cute poses as she flitted around the room were crushed. Now all I could do was worry that the picture printing place would turn me in for child porn. This world we live in today... SIGH.
I guess I now know why I see so many young girls walking around showing their goods. We're teaching them from toddler-hood that low-cut and see-through is acceptable. Moral of the story: Look, when you're an adult - whatever you want to wear is your choice. But let me clarify that it's your choice so long as my kids aren't left asking questions about anatomy and my husband doesn't need drool wiped off his chin. Until then, perhaps we should re-think our choices of fabric and style when choosing dress-up clothes. I don't know about you but I'd certainly like to capture some childhood memories with a little more make-believe and a lot less cleavage.
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