A[tipp]ical Thoughts

Way to Go Lindsay Or The One With the Slutty Teeny Boppers

March 16, 2008 at 6:37 pm | Posted in Movies, Thoughts | 10 Comments
Tags: Bad Clothing Judgement, Teeny Boopers

Friday night following my announcement at work, I went to meet my two girls Amy and D to eat dinner and catch a movie. We ate at Wolfgang Puck’s and caught up over some yummy Spinach and Mushroom Pizza and New York Style Cheesecake (very sinful – bad Wolfgang, bad).

We headed over to the theatre to catch a movie. It was cute. Predictable. To the point. I tend to like them that way.

Following a pleasant evening we were headed for the door when we saw them.

Headed straight for us were two of the most provocatively dressed 10-12 years olds I have ever seen. They walked right through us mind you. We were three people wide, they were two wide. They were much smaller, but their attitudes and over stroked self-esteem parted us with one glance.

God help their teachers at school.

Their ego just about knocked us over. If that didn’t do it the haze of hair products and over-applied perfume was sure to do us in.

Teeny Boppers. Slutty Teeny Boopers. Or as a friend of mine once called them H.I.Ts.

Hoes In Training.

That might not have been correct though because they portrayed nothing in training. Everything about them shouted the, “been there, done that, bought the T-Shirt” mentality.

I shudder to think.

Seriously, ten to twelve year olds. OK, maybe the oldest was close to thirteen. That is a stretch.

As they sashayed through us and we got a close-up glimpse of the latest Fredrick’s of Hollywood line in lingerie, I failed at keeping my jaw off of the floor. I would have loved to have taken a picture to prove to you the audacity of their ahem, get-ups, but I would never have posted it for fear of being reported for possessing and posting sexually explicit pictures of children.

Get-ups. Now that is an appropriate word. There was a lot of things going up. Did you know that they make a Push-up Bra for a size 30A? I now do. The cleavage on these little teenies was like nothing I had ever seen. Somehow they managed the cleavage and got a teeny bit. In D’s words, it was more like, “let’s push my titties together and see what happens.” Just enough to get attention apparently.

Bad attention. Very bad attention.

“My Momma would have slapped me across the face if I attempted that,” said D.

Oh yeah, can you even imagine, the Preacher’s daughters looking like that?! Not good.

But these little girls did it.

As I watched them walk away all I could think was, “Who in their right mind bought those children these clothes?”

They did not buy it with their babysitting money. They did not mow a lawn or have a paper route. They were not old enough to possess such responsibilty. Someone with a credit card and a bad sense of judgement supplied these children with their stripper-worthy attire.

And. they. should. be. shot.

I tried to give the parents the benefit doubt. They probably bought that thinking she was going to wear it as an undershirt or boy shorts. But the closer I looked I realized there is no way you could purchase any of the items they were wearing separately and it look appropriate on a child even if it was done with leggings and/or multiple layers.

One girl was wearing something resembling a tube top with nothing underneath to make it cute like leggings or tights. Just a tube top people, as a dress. And it was 50 something degrees outside.

The other girl was wearing a slinky little dress with a V-shape cut that revealed no bra and way too much of this little girl. Any sudden movement of the arms and all her business would have been on display.

Both had heels higher than most I myself own. And they were working it. Who taught them to walk like that?! Perhaps too much ANTM.

Sad. So Sad. Infuriating. Disgust. So many emotions.

Sad because no one obviously told these girls that they were better than that. That they should respect themselves more and not to mention protect themselves from the perverts that inhabit this world in search of their next victim.

Infuriated that someone allowed them to dress and act that way with no correction or boundaries.

Disgusted to think that this is what the Lindsays and the Brittanys of the world are contributing to our society. Disgusted by the gross old men who watched them with their wandering eyes. Disgusted that obviously no one told them that they loved them more than to allow them to walk out the house that way.

God help us all.

Put some clothes on your children people.