Timothy and I made a trip to WalMart today to get a few things and while we were in the checkout line, three girls (that appeared to be teenagers, but who knows these days!) walked by in booty shorts and bathing suit string bikini tops.
Now... when I was that age, I didn't DARE leave the house looking like that, let alone go into a store like that. I wore something over my bathing suit if I had one on. My momma (stepmom for anyone that wants to get technical about it - more to come in another blog, I'm sure) would have kicked my you-know-what when she found out. And that's WHEN, not IF... she ALWAYS could tell when I had done something I shouldn't have. When I was in school, the dress code said if you wore shorts, they had to come down to your middle finger tip when you put your hands down to your sides and my mom kinda went off of that too. Of course, it was really hard to find shorts that matched that description because it wasn't in style to wear longer shorts. So most of the shorts that I had came to the end of my thumb. I didn't dare to even ask to get shorts that showed my butt cheeks. But it worked out for the best because even now I refuse to wear shorts that my butt hangs out of. (Which is a good thing for other people because I have a LOT MORE butt now than I did back then!!)
As far as the bikini top goes, isn't "No shirt, no shoes, no service" most stores' policy?? That would be the same as me walking through WalMart in my bra! Which, again, I'm sure most people wouldn't appreciate that. Maybe I should have taken my shirt off right there? That would have gotten someones attention. Maybe someone would have told management and I could have gotten thrown out of WalMart. But did those super skinny teenage girls get asked to cover up? Nope. Maybe once I lose enough weight, I can walk through WalMart in a newly purchased bikini!! Better yet, I could go to the changing rooms, put on the bikini, put my clothes in my purse, and walk up to the check out line with the tags in my hand. OOH! I could leave the tags on so when I get to the check out line, the person would have to come out from the safety of their little wall and "check me out". I wonder if I would get asked to leave then? Most likely. Guaranteed, if I was a super skinny teenager again, I wouldn't.
This is one example of why I'm glad I'm raising BOYS and not girls. I don't have to worry about them dressing like they're "asking for it". But, on the flip side, I have to worry about them sagging their pants and showing off their butts which Timothy already has started doing. You wait, one of these days, he's going to have those pants or shorts down near his butt crack and I'm going to pull them down in the middle of a store or something. A little humiliation never hurt anyone. Then everyone would get to see his tan lines and how white the tops of his legs are. (Insert evil laugh here!!) The bad thing is, he has a belt. A good, functioning, black belt. But for whatever reason, he won't use it. I was pretty good about making sure he had a belt on during the school year, but I've definitely been slacking during the summer. This was evident yesterday when we went out to Brian's work to watch the Blue Angels' performance for the 2012 Dayton Air Show. I had to tell him THREE TIMES in an HOUR to quit pulling his shirt up and showing off his underwear. Maybe everyone needs to know he wears tighty whities?? I'm sure all of his friends would be interested in knowing... that way they could make fun of him all the time. Maybe he'd quit showing his underwear off then?? (Insert another evil laugh here!) OOH! Or he could just wear his suspenders that I got him for his field trip to a one room school house where they had to dress up like they were in the early 1900s. YEA!!! I think he's going to start wearing them... maybe all the weird looks that he gets from it will change his mind.
Side note: I understand it's hot outside right now, but it's not that hard to put on a tank top or something!!!
Regardless... I refuse to let the boys look like they're little wanna-be-gangsters. And if any little girls would to be to enter the family (hey, it's possible...) they're gonna know what it means to COVER UP!!
And to all the teenage girls reading this: When you walk around like that, it's not cute. It's not pretty. It's not appropriate. Please cover yourself up before leaving the house or entering a store.
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