Saturday, January 2, 2010

I don't know if you have been one to catch the TV show "Toddlers and Tiaras." If you have, then you will know what I mean when I say OUTRAGEOUS! I have watched this show, and have felt my heart collapse into my stomach as I watch gorgeous little babies glamorized and transformed from innocent, soft skinned angels into tanned, hair-sprayed, fake-eyelashed dolls. I read this article today thanks to ladiesagainstfeminism.com. I have attached the article below....it really hit me what is happening to our younger generation of women. After reading this I am even more aware of the reason why Christian feminity is declining. Let me know what you think....


"THEY toddle onto the stage like a procession of miniature pole dancers. Their cheeks glow with all the health of peach blusher and their lips pout under sticky pink lip gloss.

They are five.

Only two years ago the hips clad in electric-blue hot pants were wrapped in layers of Huggies. The pale little midriffs gleaming beneath tasselled mini-brassieres felt only the softness of pure cotton and terry towelling. At night they still snuggle in cot beds with teddies and bunnies, with a night-light on; some with a reassuring nappy concealed under their pink pyjamas, a secret not shared with Miss and the Big Girls at dancing.

And here we are, at the first concert. Mothers have paid hundreds of dollars for classes and costumes and spent hours tweaking recalcitrant locks into the style prescribed by Miss. They have paid for tickets and later, obedient to the "no photography" rule, they will pay for the official DVD.

The music begins. "Ooh, ooh," moans the singer. She wants to kiss him; she wants to feel him; she wants her skin next to his.

Little mouths lisp along with words; they want to kiss him; they want to feel him; they want their skin - still washed gently by Mum with baby bubbles at bathtime while a yellow plastic duck bobs past - next to his.

Yes, they are five.

The dancing begins. They gyrate their little hips for the joy of the watching mums and grandmas; tossing their heads and wagging their fingers disdainfully in the direction of brothers and fathers.

They are all suggestive naughtiness as they lean forward and waggle the tassles in the faces of the front row, blowing kisses at the audience. They lick their forefingers as if they were lollipops, peering coyly out from under mascara-ed eyelashes.

They pose for the official photographer with their hands on their hips. The audience claps and whistles as they sashay off the stage.

Mums and grandmas whisper and gossip as they gather jackets and cardigans. "Wasn't she sweet?" "I love that song, don't you?" "Maybe she should do the Tuesday classes as well."

A wail goes up from behind the curtain. Somebody has wet her electric-blue hot pants.

She is five."

3 comments:

Becky Dietz said...

Sarah! I'm so glad to find your blog!! I've watched that show and felt sick to my stomach. I can only imagine the damage it's doing to their little spirits that they'll have to deal with in the future. I appreciate you and your thoughts!

Crash said...

This almost angers me.
Actually, it does anger me. Those kids may not understand what's going on, but their mothers should. The same mothers that will be shocked in ten years when they come home pregnant....

Maroussia said...

It will be great to watch Kiss, i have bought tickets from http://ticketfront.com/event/Kiss-tickets looking forward to it.