(I apologize in advance for my excessive use of the interrobang, but no other punctuation will do. )
Yesterday, I was at the orthodontist’s office waiting for Corwin, and this family sat down next to me – mom, son and daughter. The little girl couldn’t have been older than 8.
The mom hands her copies of two magazines – “Girls” and “Teen Vogue” and says, “Here, you should read these. They talk about important things like makeup and clothes and what boys like.”
(Those words literally came out of her mouth.)
And of course the kid took the magazines and started flipping through them.
Are you fucking kidding me!? These are the lessons that you want to impart to your children!? That if you’re a girl, the important things in life are makeup, clothes and what boys like!? And if you’re a boy, that girls are are so invested in what your gender likes that there are entire magazine devoted to the subject!? That you’re the center of the world, and that girls exist to orbit around you like the fucking sun!?
I quickly (and nicely) pointed out other magazines and books, but hell, no one wants advice from the crazy lady in the waiting room.
I also did not stab this woman in the back of the neck with my knitting needles, though I was beyond tempted. I think the receptionist sensed that and called me up to schedule Corwin’s next appointment before blood could be shed.
I am beyond horrified (and furious) though. Heaven forbid this kid develop interests of her own. Nope, mom’s got that covered.