Win or no candy for you

My last post dealt with the possible insanity of pushing out 8 babies at once (I’m exhausted just thinking about it). One argument is: Will she be able to provide enough emotional care that the babies grow up “normally”? The concern is that she’s got too many children and not enough love and attention to go around. I think that’s actually a valid concern.

But there’s the other end of the spectrum. The moms who have only one child and are living their lives through them. For instance, this new show on WE: Little Miss Perfect.

It’s about pageant moms and their little doll babies, er, I mean, daughters. The young girls who are dressed up like grown women and trotted from pageant to pageant and forced to perform like trained dogs1. They start these girls at as young as 18 months old with their makeup and posing and… ugh. Look at some of the responses to criticism in their forum.

Mothers of these toddlers say they do it because their children want to. Whee!! An 18 month-old child said “Mommy, I want to go be in a pageant where I can wow everyone with my grown-up style and poise. And don’t forget to do my hair.”2 What? A child still in diapers, barely off the teat, is going to decide this? Really?3

I saw previews for this show and there was a mother who declared “Anyone who doesn’t like us is just jealous because their kid isn’t as pretty as mine” (or some such similar shit). Another mother was helping her daughter learn to pose in just a swim suit. All the mothers showcased were shown standing in front of their made-up daughters coaching them on their facial expressions. These tiny little girls were being primed for the stage where they would compete with other little girls to see who was the “prettiest” (in their done-up hair, fake lashes, and adult-style makeup).

Sorry, I forgot the “talent” portion, where each one could showcase their own talents– while in “costume”. Pfft.

So, I was thinking, through my disgust and animosity, could it be true that some of these girls are really doing what they want? Maybe at 5, 6, 7 years old. I can see that. 18 months or 2 years? What the hell do babies know about this kind of shit? They want to play and pretend and learn to be preschoolers. If they do play dress-up it’s because they’re emulating their mamas, not because they want to prance around a stage looking way too grown up.

But the thing that got into my head and just won’t leave is the danger these tiny tots are facing from pedophiles. About 5 years ago I had another blog and I had written a post about people who call themselves “minor attracted adults”: pedophiles who were organizing online4. They would surf the net looking for pictures of cute little kids– some preferred that the kids be in diapers– and share them with their cohorts as if the pictures were good porn. To these fuckheads, the pics were porn. Anyway, these guys move from site to site5 and share fantasies about little kids and stories about what they’ve done to little kids and how they love pageants.

I just can’t get past that fact. These little girls are getting made up to look sexy and learning how to walk just-so and then fucking pedophiles are watching the shows. Makes my skin crawl just thinking about it. I know these guys are going to go about their sleazy business no matter if these girls are in pageants or not, but the thought of them drooling over these kids just makes me want to blow someone’s flippin’ balls off. Sorry.

Anyway, the mothers kill me when they say their toddlers were so insistent and they just wouldn’t be refused. They would rather get up early for “practice” then drive all over hell and back to compete– oftentimes losing (because there’s only one winner)– and feeling bad because they didn’t live up to their mother’s expectations. Their mothers become disappointed because they’re still not winners and then the girls have to do it all again another day. Bah!

I look at my beautiful 4 year-old and watch her trying to learn Hannah Montana dances. She does pretty good too. I could ask her if she wants to compete, but I know the minute she notices I’m watching she’s going to stop. Because she doesn’t want the audience. Maybe I should have tapped into her talent when she was just learning to walk. I’d probably be rich by now. Except Lil’lady would’ve gotten bored and I would’ve been all “Ok. Wanna learn to paint?” and that I’d still not have realized the glory I could have had if my mother would have put my sorry ass in a pageant. Ya know?

Why won’t my children become famous so I too can be famous? Don’t they know I’ve dreamed of their stardom my entire life? *sob*

That’s what I imagine most of these mothers are feeling. Just like the sports parent who pushes their kid to perform and aim for the big leagues. They failed, so their children mustn’t. Having dreams is good but forcing your child to have your dreams isn’t.

I think I’d feel differently about these pageants (and the sports thing) if the kids were older and actually had the time and inclination to make the decision that this is what they wanted to do with all of their free time. Kids that young want to be Tasha from the Backyardigans and Dora the Explorer, for fuck’s sake. After that they want to be fairy princesses or, in the case of Lil’lady right now, get drinks for people at a restaurant (where her sister works). The little kids in these pageants are living the dreams their mothers have forced on them. What happens when one of these girls grows up and decides she wants to be a ranch hand (or soldier or police officer)? Is mommy’s head going to implode from yet another disappointment? One can only hope, right?

I imagine that a lot of these girls are going to have extra self-esteem issues when they reach adolescence. Many of them will lose their cuteness (they’re not babies anymore, afterall) and no one will “oh” and “ah” over them anymore. They’ll be average for the first time in their lives. After years of their identity being based on how well they did in the pageants they’ll no doubt have an extra hard time finding their true selves. Until they have their own babies and start living their lost dreams through them. Ugh.6

P.S.

When I was 3 I decided I was Barry Manilow’s wife. Maybe if my mother would have pushed me a little harder…

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  1. I’m a little biased, can you tell? []
  2. Probably not. I’m exaggerating, but their mothers insist they do it for the girls and not for themselves. []
  3. This one was 8 months old when she decided she wanted to do pageants. []
  4. I didn’t migrate most of the posts from there to here. []
  5. As they get shut down at one place, they move to another []
  6. Then there’s the whole gender stereotype enforcement thing. I’m running out of time for this post, but feel free to discuss that issue in the comments. []
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And then there were… OMG!!!

I was going to do a post regarding Nadya, the litter-producing mom. But that was before I saw Miz UV’s post. Why should I do one that would pretty much say the same thing? Go there and read hers.

One thing I’d like to add about the tax thing, though.

No one is going to have their taxes raised because some woman decided to crank out 8 babies. They’re not going to pass a levy in her town so that she can get that ginormous welfare check. If she does get government assistance the money will come from taxes that are already being paid. And if the state/county has to hire one more social worker to keep an eye on this lady, so what? At least that’s one more person who has a job.

Choice is choice is choice. Also, it takes a village and all that jazz. Additionally, many people have come from HUGE ass families1 and have actually felt they were better from the experience than someone (for instance) who was an only child. That’s not to say their mothers didn’t lose their ever-lovin’ minds (I know I’d go bonkers in a heart beat), but a lot of the kids grew up close to their siblings and formed relationships that were more beneficial than a $300 video game and/or $200 pair of shoes2.

I’m just sayin’. Also.

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  1. My granddad is one of 17 kids, my maternal grandmother is one of 8 and my mother is one of 6 []
  2. I’ve only learned some of this through completely non-scientific means such as talking to older folks who were part of a big family as well as reading/listening to stories from younger people who still value their HUGE ass familial upbringing. []
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Because I just didn’t Know

Well, tomorrow starts real life again. I was hid away for the last couple of days. I won’t say it was very fun, but it was kind of re-energizing. I didn’t have a lot of drama to deal with and the jacuzzi was a little bit of fun.

What?

Anyway, I don’t know if you follow me on Twitter or not1, but I mentioned my history (World Civilization 2) professor the other day. Seems he very much believes that Mexico (you know, the one south of the border) is NOT a part of North America. He mentioned “South America” and “Central America” a few times in one class session– each time referring to Mexican Native People. I became concerned, perturbed and downright frustrated with this. Here was a professor with a doctorate and shit and he was saying something that was making my brain turn to mush (I generally like history, by the way, so shhhh). Had I been mislead and instructed wrongly all of these years? What about the media that was telling me that Mexico is, in fact, part of North America? Why had I ever believed such LIES?!

I even questioned the good Doctor (ha!) after class was over.

Me: You kept saying Mexico wasn’t part of North America. Is this a new thing?

Him: No. It’s never been a part of North America.

Me: Really? I’d never heard that. Then why are they part of NAFTA?

Him: *walks away shaking his head*

I was concerned for my very sanity. I was obsessed with finding out when Mexico became not-apart of North America. I went to my next class and Whoo! There’s a computer with an internet connection2. So, I go to teh Google for the truth.

Was I insane or is my prof a “crack-smoking freak“?

I am not insane. He is a freak.

Besides learning that my history professor (with his flippin’ doctorate) is geographically impaired I learned something else– equally valuable. Something that shocked and appalled me because I do not hold a doctorate and do not claim to be uber-smart but thought I was relatively “in the know”. I learned that….

Greenland is part of North America too! Woo! Not only that, but I also learned that everyone in my real life to whom I asked the question “What continent does Greenland belong to?” was just as clueless as I. That so made my day.

Just another bit of knowledge stored for that wonderful day when someone will invite me to a Trivia Pursuit tournament and I can happily impress everyone else with the fact3 that I know a little about a lot but not a lot about anything. ;)

Peace, love and lollipops.

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Can I getta clue?

Guess what? My “official” blogging career is officially 4 years old!1 Woot! Take that!2

Does that make me a “real” blogger now? Have I earned my wings? Am I there yet, people?

Recently I read yet another post from someone that thought they knew what a blog should be and what it shouldn’t be. This person, er, I mean, blogger must be one of those that doesn’t venture far from one particular type of blog and thus has NO FUCKING CLUE to what else is available for consumption in Ye Ole Blogovia. I love it when the blogging isolationists offer up their own vision of what blogging should be. Gods love ‘em. Except they irritate the shit out of me.

Anyway, what the fuck have I been up to lately? Not a whole lot, actually. I work (outside the home) 4 days a week, go to school 2 full days (more than 5 hours at a time, yo) and then do other shit that I kind of have to do. It’s a sad, sad state of affairs when real life interferes with time spent on the Interwebs, dontcha think? Honestly, folks, this is getting ridiculous.

Luckily for me I have a new thing going on which will require I be online at least once a day. Isn’t that the most bomb-diggity news? What do you mean you don’t care and that you’ve gotten over your addiction to me? C’mon, people, work with me here! I’ll actually be able to do some web traveling. That’s awesome in the most awesome way. I think.

P.S.
I’m not making any promises because, as most of my regular readers know, I can’t possibly keep any promises I make. Not because I don’t care, but because I forget. Oops. That’s just me though.

One last plea: People, stop telling other people what the fuck should be on their own damned blogs. For real. If you don’t like personal stuff on blogs that you think should be political or you CAN’T FLIPPIN’ STAND blogs about, well, blogging3 then move along. ‘K? Just sayin’… That shit is irritating.

Peace, love and lollipops!

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  1. And I’m working on post 1,090. []
  2. We’ll pretend I don’t take long vacations from my blogging duties and that I have a huge following. ‘K? []
  3. That’s me, by the way. []
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Aloha!

Shock, shock, surprise, surprise– I’m alive. Didja miss me?1

I’ve been a little occupied with real life this last month or so as some of you know. This year was pretty serious, but any long-time readers know that there will be long(ish) periods of time when I just kind of drop off the face of the interwebs. After a while I always get sucked back in and am forced to blog again. This is why, dear readers, I haven’t killed Fab Jinxed. What’s the point? I’d just start a new blog. Pfft. Might as well just let this one sleep until I get interested enough to start posting again.

As some of you know, I loathe PUMAs. They smell of cabbage and make my eyeball twitch. I am, sadly, highly allergic to those 50 or so sad, sad creatures. During the election season, these lovely mavens of screeching rage were losing their minds because OMGHILLARYLOST!! After Obama won, they continued with the screeching and hair pulling. Now they’re in the midst of yet another battle: The Weblog Awards.

One of their own, called “The Confluence” (must use the Google, people), was in the running for “Best Liberal Blog” (the only thing “liberal” about this blog was that it had a liberal amount of OMGHILLARYLOST Syndrome and aforementioned screeching). Then Wonkette noticed that they were nominated against The Confluence. Wonkette sent out a short message to their readers that they wanted to beat a PUMA blog. Hilarity has since ensued.

The PUMAs have endorsed a winger blog called “Nice Deb” against one of my favorite small blogs, Rumproast. So, Wonkette endorsed Rumproast and any other blog that was up against a PUMA-endorsed blog. Considering Wonkette’s traffic, it was no wonder that all blogs they endorsed for the awards quickly took the lead. Now our dear Cabbage-eating kitties are crying foul and claiming that both Wonkette and Rumproast are using super-secret-uber-computer code to ruin the fun for them. Everyone with me now: Awwww.

Also, the comments at both Wonkette and Rumproast re: the snarling Cooters are quite hilarious for a while. Then they’re only funny if the stink of Cabbage-flavored panties makes your hair shrivel against your scalp and your toes twist into pretzel shapes. So, I don’t suggest you venture too far (unless, like me, you can’t look away at the amazing stupidity that are the PUMA collective). Oh! And vote for Rumproast, ~synthesis~ and anyone but the Flatulence — Just to keep their panties bunched up and all that jazz.

Ok, people, that is all.

P.S.

Go with caution.

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