If you haven’t noticed girls are growing up quite fast these days. Well, they appear to grow up fast. They are the same little bodies in “adult” wear. It’s quite scary. The other day my daughter was invited to a birthday party at a girls boutique. I knew my daughter would love the party, and I really didn’t think too much about it. When I went to pick her up she had a new little hairdo and a bright eye shadow on her eyes. I wasn’t too excited about walking downtown with my beauty pageant daughter, but didn’t expect some of the disapproving looks I got from the women I passed on the street. I don’t regret that my daughter went to the party, it was one day, but I did get reminded after reading this article that I need to make sure that she doesn’t get sucked into the whole tween marketing scheme.
Did you know there is urban slang for a little girl dressing provocatively? They are called “prostitots.” You know that something is becoming popular when a new urban word gets into the talk. This whole “tween” thing really annoys me. What is so great about teenage years that you need to rush them along? I just want my little girl to be a little girl. You know, play, run, skip, jump — those kind of things. I think back to when I was her age and I was playing. I did have some Barbie dolls, but I climbed trees at the same time.
I do have to say something about Barbie dolls here. I really don’t think Barbie dolls are the enemies or influence girls that much. I don’t remember ever thinking — “Man, I want those big boobs and an itsy-bitsy waist — then the men like Ken will want me. I want to have fingers that permanently stay together. I want to have a head that goes all the way around and can be tilted slightly. I want that hair that if gets wet will never be smooth again.” Also, if you had the “Cher” doll like my neighbor, did you want your scalp to spin around to reveal black or whitish-blond hair? What if you were a boy and you had the “Hulk” action figure–did little boys really think girls were looking for green hunks?
I do think if you combined all of the media and “toys” out there today there is a message trying to get to our little girls to grow up fast. I was appalled when I read in the Washington Post article “tweens — that highly coveted marketing segment ranging from 7 to 12 — spent $1.6 million on thong underwear, Time magazine reported.” What the heck are 7-year-olds doing wearing thong underwear? First of all, thongs are the most uncomfortable piece of underwear ever designed. I know a hateful disgusting male designed those nasty things. Secondly, supposedly they help with the panty line problem — do 7-year-olds really have panty lines? Do 7 to 12-year-olds even have butts?
The article also mentions that there are eating disorders now at the age of 5 or 6! What a wacko world! My daughter is into the princess fairy tale thing as most girls are, but I am also thankful that she likes horses and wants to be a “sports girl.” I am encouraging the sports girl — she doesn’t need to get caught up thinking she needs to worry about her looks at 6 or wear thong undies at 7. No, she needs to keep wearing those days of the week underwear while she sits alone in her tower until she is old enought to date — at 25 or so.