IzzyMom had a really great post lately about Bratz dolls and projecting sexuality onto young girls. She said it all and I totally agree, so I won’t go into it here. But go read her thoughts.
However, coincidentally, a friend on a mommy message board just brought up a somewhat related issue when her daughter was invited to a party where the girls come and play dress up. With make-up, clothing… um, the works. More than the works. See here for an example. She asked, “Why, oh why, can’t little girls just be little girls anymore???”
As you can imagine, it sparked a huge debate.
I started the ball rolling by calling it “nasty.”*
Not my most politically correct moment, but for some reason this whole phenomenon really rubs me the wrong way. AND I HAVE A LITTLE BOY!
Some of the moms didn’t see anything wrong with it… that it was just a little bit of fun. And certainly one party, where the kids know it’s just a special event, isn’t going to turn anyone to a life of looking for johns on a street corner. Point taken… but it’s the message I don’t like. That this is what you do to look beautiful. Wear gallons of makeup. Bare. your. belly.
Some moms said they played dress up just the same way when they were kids. Sure, I played dress up too. But my mom would have had a heart attack had she walked in and seen me like that. Dress up was her clothing that was 10 times too big for me, a weird hat and *maybe* some lipstick.
One mom asked how it was any different than Halloween. This comment gave me pause. Good point. Except I don’t let my son dress up like scary ghouls and goblins at age 4 any more than I would let my daughter dress up like a hooker at age 6. In fact, when Declan wanted to be a skeleton last year, I couldn’t find any non-creepy costumes, so I made one myself.
And, of course, the JonBenet word was uttered. And I jumped on that one too – because I will say it loud and proud – I HATE CHILD BEAUTY PAGEANTS.
I find them to be ridiculous, scary, and most often just a way for ugly cow mothers to boost up their own sagging egos through their beautiful daughters. (Bring it on haters, I really don’t care if you flame me for that one – you know it’s true.) For anyone who wants to be enlightened on my hate, watch this documentary: Living Dolls: The Making of a Child Beauty Queen. And then prepare to feel the vomit rise up in your throat.
OK. So overall. I listened to my friend’s arguments. And I admit I understand where many of them are coming from (on the kid’s party thing – not on child beauty pageants – I will never understand that).
I still stand by my gut reaction. Nasty.
*Not the girls. The idea of the girls dressing up like sluts for fun. Of course, when Bryan looked at the photo – he said… “Well, maybe those girls are slutty.” Yup. Proving my point.