Recently, I attended a dinner party. A couple brought their two-year-old girl with them. One never knows how a toddler and a fancy restaurant will go down, but the little girl held up through a four-hour dinner with panache — coloring on her paper, eating her chicken strips and sweet potato fries without complaint, and generally being well behaved and social.
Towards the end of the gathering, the little girl ended up sitting next to me. So we’re sitting there, chillin’, and she was doing something cute with her large red bib, when I cooed, “Aren’t you a good girl?” Her mother — a very nice woman, by the way, don’t get me wrong — leaned over and said, calmly but firmly, “We don’t use the term ‘good girl.’” Read more…
The moment in a child’s life when he or she learns about genitalia is a precious one, second only to the moment when they realize everybody poops. I know it is weird, but I can still remember when I learned that my older brother had a penis and I didn’t. This little girl Bailey just found out that Daddy has a penis and Mommy doesn’t. She’s still a bit confused about Grandma, however. At least Bailey is learning the real words and not “wee wee” and “hoo hoo,” which drive me crazy. [HyperVocal]
Growing up, I was never given any restrictions regarding whether or not I could wear makeup, or how much makeup I was allowed to wear. My parents, who are admittedly pretty laissez faire by most standards, are also the type to choose their battles, and what I put on my face was just not one of them. I expressed interest in products from a hilariously young age — home videos show me at five talking extensively about my mother’s fancy body wash like a regular Suri Cruise — and for all but a few grease-filled tweenage years, I’ve been beauty-crazed ever since. That’s why I find it so difficult to fathom why mothers, particularly those under the relentless and unforgiving eye of the media spotlight, receive so much flack for letting their young daughters wear a little bit of makeup. Keep reading »
I can’t handle the cuteness: the eight-year-old daughter of a Reddit user penned this adorable answer to a writing prompt about why it’s cool to be a girl. She says:
We have veginas [vaginas]. We get jobs. We are creative. We have stuff that makes us preanet [pregnant]. We have milk in our bobes [boobs]. We are smart. We have power.
So totally true. (Of course, she has no idea how much this “we have stuff that makes pregnant” thing will suck in 20 years when she’s horny and there are no condoms left in the box. But in the meantime let’s not burst her bubble about womanhood being awesome.) What a smart little kid. [HyperVocal]