My Inner Priss
I have mentioned my Inner Priss on several occasions. Those of you who know me either as a "real person" or through this blog know that I am not a prissy person. I swear like a sailor, I enjoy a bit of blue humor, I laugh at bathroom jokes, I watch South Park and The Family Guy.
And yet, she lives within me, my Inner Priss. She rears her perfectly combed head from time to time- like when my daughters say "fart" and "butt". The Inner Priss prefers that they say "pass gas" and "bottom", or maybe even "toot" and "heinie".
IP made an appearance twice this evening. We attended the Festival of Trees as a family. Part of the festival includes local dance classes performing throughout the evening. Some of the dances that little girls were doing should have been done while hanging onto a pole. Have you seen Little Miss Sunshine? Not far off. I guess I don't think it's appropriate for 7 year olds to be shaking their shoulders and writhing on the floor. Remember Solid Gold, with host Rick Dees and featuring the Solid Gold Dancers? My mother would just cringe when those women would roll around on the floor and then strike a dramatic pose when the clip of the song ended.
The Festival of Trees also hosts a dance for teens, which happened to be tonight. Let me tell you that I have recently chaperoned a high school dance. I work with teenagers every day. I enjoy them. I know they need to strut their stuff a bit. But. Some of the outfits I saw the girls wearing tonight were just positively hoochie. One girl had on a pink micro mini skirt with white fur trim, white go go boots and some skimpy top and a Santa hat. She looked like a stripper. Several girls' dresses looked like nighties, and lucky for everyone, you could see right through them, so if you were wondering what color of Victoria's Secret thong they had on, wonder no more. One girl was hobbling along in a tall, shiny, red pair of F*** Me pumps, wearing a sparkly skirt that barely covered her ass. Most years when we go, we see the kids coming in for the dance as we are leaving and I enjoy seeing them all dressed up. This is really the first year that I was struck by how slutty a lot of the girls looked.
My Inner Priss and my Inner Feminist were having quite a discussion. Is this really what we want our daughters and sisters and nieces to show the world? What message are they sending? I'm not against showing a little skin- especially when you are still young and everthing is still where it belongs, but this current trend of showing it all and living life like a Playboy Bunny is disturbing.
I guess I'll go drink my glass of Metamucil and watch some Golden Girls before I put on my flannel nightgown and go to sleep.