This is a troubling blog for me to write. Troubling because I don't understand why some parents do what they do, or why some parents seem to not have a clue about the world in which we live. Even given the differences in parenting styles and preferences, which I understand and embrace, I don't get it.
This is what I don't understand; With the increase of pedophilia, even to the point of the APA labeling it a lifestyle choice and not an aberration, with so many sexual perverts lurking EVERYWHERE, male and female, why do parents still dress their daughters, from birth up, in mini-skirts, micro-outfits, sexualized cheerleading outfits, teeny-tiny gymnastic sexy sparkles, Daisy Dukes and wanna-be whore outfits?
Is that how we see our girls, our precious princesses? Should we just go ahead and shave their heads and stick them on a wrecking ball of their own? Hey, that would be a cute theme for a preschool birthday party - Miley Mini Me. Come in your birthday suit. (I almost felt like Matt Walsh for a moment)
Seriously, if anyone reads the news at all, the perverts are literally in every institution, at every sports venue, at Christian retreats and in churches, Sunday Schools, daycare, nursery, the neighbor, mailman, your little girl's friend's dad - the list is endless. So WHY, oh WHY do we want to flash our cute toddler's thighs, or preschooler's hiney, or any part of whatever age our precious daughters are? Those child perverts are out there; they are where our daughters are. And they are lusting and getting their jollies from our stupidity in sexualizing what doesn't need to be sexualized.
I hope that if the majority of parents actually pictured this scenario, which is quite realistic, that it would make us sick enough to STOP and figure out how to go about redressing our children so that we are not feeding this industry. Because after these perverts drool over our daughters in their state of undress, they go home, and if we're lucky all they do is get on their computer with their sickness. But more and more, that luck is running out, and these predators are acting out their sick fantasies on....our daughters, their daughters, somebody's daughters.
The days of being cute in the Brady Bunch way are over. It has nothing to do with religion, or being conservative, or being judgmental, or picky. It has to do with, unless you are a real pimp, getting paid real money to market your product, we don't need to market our daughters as the next Miley - the next twerking, undressed, out of control sex kitten. Their bodies are sacred. They should be presented as the lovely creations of God that they are. We shouldn't want to feed the imaginations of those who find them more attractive then grown women. Who would literally "bed" our daughters if they could get away with it.
I see pictures posted of these precious girls - in all their sexy gymnastic outfits, cheerleading get-ups, toddler bikinis, short skirts and low cut tops - already sporting "come get me" smiles with their hips thrust out to the side. It makes me sad. I see their beauty - absolute feminine loveliness. And it makes me sad. Because I know that there is someone else, right at that moment, looking at the same picture, or one like it, or something a lot not like it but a lot darker, and that person doesn't see a child, an innocent to be treasured. He sees an object, a fascinating, sexy, object that turns him on. And I refuse to feed that industry. I don't care how different it makes me. My daughters are too precious for that. My granddaughter is too precious for that. They are ALL too precious for that.
Life as the mother of four children and four grandchildren. Homeschooling the two still at home. Things that interest me - reading, herbs and essential oils, gardening, natural chemical-free living, and continually learning how to be a better wife.
