Dana and I were searching online for a Halloween witch costume for Emmeline, and we noticed that while boys have a lot of simple, innocent options -- cop, fireman, astronaut, Rosie O'Donnell -- girls, even very young girls, are left with slightly more disturbing options.
Witch slut. Witch whore. Baby witch cheerleader slut. From hell. Who dresses their kids in this crap?
I'm not some Puritan -- if you're an adult or my prom date and you feel like Witch Crack Whore looks good on you, fine, here's a pipe and $5 for a blow job -- but the thought of dressing up young girls in midriff-baring costumes, slinky skirts and laced-up baby heels had me spinning. It got worse as the girl costumes got older, as if every year in a girl's life means another inch of skirt above the knee.
And it had me wondering.
"Would anyone ever sell a Chippendale outfit for young boys? Would a parent ever buy one?"
Of course not.
It's nothing new, but it still irks me to no end that from a very young age boys are given role models who use their minds and bodies to do something useful, something productive, while girls are taught to leave their minds at home and use their bodies to attract attention. Even while wearing masks.
That great Dove commercial showcasing the onslaught of body issues young girls face every day left out some important and dangerous sources: us. Parents. People who buy stupid shit like the Bratz cheerleader crack whore outfit.