So here’s the latest Flashback Friday (I know you’re all totally hanging out for it) I decided on this one because I went shopping today, so saw a whole lot of the people I’m about to describe even though it was 10 degrees.
“Where’s the Virginity?”
A casual foray into the shopping world of mine fair town today resulted in the realisation that shorts these days are just that; short. In fact, very short. Tweens lathered in fake tan seem to have been born into the denim world’s latest monstrosity of something that is less pants, more stone-washed underwear that you can wear in public.
Good luck out in the world of the chain-stores if you’re in need of shorts that don’t allow your bum cheeks to hang out of the bottom of the leg holes, cheerfully saying “oh hi!” to every soul unfortunate enough to have their eyes drawn to your privates. It’ll take quite a lot of work to find a pair that actually cover your pair (of butt cheeks) or just look like actual shorts, not undies.
Since when did it become acceptable for twelve year olds, in their first year of high school, to leave the house with the entirety of their skinny, knock-kneed, yet-to-finish-growing legs on show? Surely their parents can see the, well, skank? Perhaps I’m old before my time (I tend to get very mad at young people and often find myself wishing I could have something to brandish about while yelling, something like a stick, like a say… walking stick) but if I had a daughter that obviously young, I would not be so blinded as to think that her age would stop wandering eyes and minds from mentally picturing what is but a mere inch above their short’s leg’s ends. And on the other end, if my daughter happened to look years older than she was then even more reason to refuse to buy her stripper knickers.
I’m not a conservative. I’m not devoutly religious. I’m not strict. I’m not anything like that, I simply have never been able to stomach the amount of bare skin ‘young ladies’ – rather children- show today. Which I think is a natural reaction.
What happened to respect? What happened to dignity? What happened to being abashed that others can see the colour of your underpants when you sit down even though you’re not even old enough to understand the complexities of sex? I remember feeling a burning sense of shame coupled with a need to cover up whenever I felt eyes wandering to my budding chest at that age. I didn’t know anyone then (for the record, I’m only in my early twenties, this wasn’t that long ago) who used to wear midriff showing tops or crop-top tops or panties as pants. We had self respect. We were silly girls, but we had some self respect.
And really, if it must all be about sex, why can’t there be some mystery? Fool the kids into thinking mystery is the new sexy and we can all walk around the shopping mall without having to embarrassedly turn away from a thirteen year old came- I’m not going to finish that.
I’m sorry that this is such a late post, it’s 9.19pm here, but believe or not I’ve actually been out and about today, and seen my friends. I was quite the social one this Friday, though admittedly I did take a nap in between friends….
Have a great weekend, x