An Open Letter to Moronic Fashion Designers for Children
Dear MFDC:
I love to go shopping for my daughter but it is becoming more of a hassle than it is worth. People who know me think that I am overly-protective of my daughter. In fact, sometimes, I think that I may be too, but then I go clothes shopping for her and realize that there is no such thing as being too protective. I am a parent and protecting my child is what I should be doing. But I am feel like I am figthing against corporate giants who want me to fail.
I did not think that I had would have to sayl this to adults, but my daughter is 30 months (2 years 6 months). She does not need a two-piece bathing suit. She does not need a thong, or a tube top, or really short skirts. She does not need high heels, or wedges, or flip flops. She does not need pants that say “Juicy” or “Apple Bottom” or anything for that matter.
She is a child.
She needs clothes that do not sexualize her.
She needs to develop a strong sense of self before her self-esteem is challenged through thoughtless marketing and idiotic objectifications.
She needs to be a child.
And you should be ashamed.
Thank you,
An Irate Parent
Hey, You’re the Parent
Dear Oblivious Parent in the Supermarket:
Let’s talk for a minute about what it means to be a Parent- a real one. Parents teach their children morals and values, right? They learn how to say, “please,” and “thank you,” and more from the Parent. Real Parents care about fulfilling a child’s emotional, spiritual, and physical wants and needs, right?
So why the heck aren’t you Parenting? Why are you allowing your child to take things out of my shopping cart and throw them on the ground? Why are you OK with your child running up and down the aisles, pushing anyone who gets in her way? Why do you think it is OK to look at me, smile, and say “Toddlers”? I have a Toddler. She was sitting in the cart, behaving.
You, you are the reason our society is so screwed up. You are the reason that third graders plot to “take out” their teacher. You are the reason that 15 years old think it is alright to throw watermelons off bridges and into rush hour traffic.
And you are the reason that I hate people.
Sincerely,
The mother who almost gave you and your child and open-handed slap to the face.
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Originally posted on my now defunct blog “Wag the Dog”