Something shriveled up and died inside when we read a recent heartbreaking letter an eight-year-old boy wrote to Santa. See, single mother Karen Suffern asked her children to write their letters to Santa early this year, so she could make sure “Santa” had time to save up for their gifts. But Ryan Suffern didn’t just ask for a remote control car for himself— he asked if Santa could make kids stop bullying his twin sister, Amber. She is overweight and has emotional issues and kids call her “hideous” and “dumb” at school. ”Kid [sic] are still picking on Amber and its not fair. I prayed that they will stop but god is bisy and needs your help,” Ryan wrote. He also asked if Amber’s favorite band, Big Time Rush, could come to her birthday party because it would make her so happy. You’re crying, right? Well, that’s nothing. “Good Morning America” surprised Amber, Ryan and their mom with a special treat: Big Time Rush came to meet Amber and sing her some songs, plus the Suffern family will be VIP guests of the band at an upcoming concert. Cutest. Thing. Ever. Ryan Suffern is one special brother. There are good people in the world! [Good Morning America]
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Just when you thought humanity wasn’t headed down the shitter after all, novelty store It’Sugar thought it would be a fun idea to sell baby clothes with creepy sexual statements emblazoned on the front of them. Phrases like “hung like a preschooler”, “I’m proof my mommy puts out,” and “does this diaper make my butt look big?” stand out, amongst others. Gross. Young people are bombarded with the pressure to be “sexy” before their age even hits double digits these days, but now sexual jokes are starting before the kid can even walk? Not cool. These clothes aren’t just sexual, they’re also flat-out body shaming. Do we really need to be scrutinizing the size of a baby’s butt? I’m pretty positive the company meant for these clothes to be taken as a joke, but that’s how ideology takes root: it starts out as something seemingly innocuous that’s not to be taken seriously, but then all of a sudden it’s totally ingrained into a person’s thoughts and a five-year-old is crying over whether her butt looks big because she’s been wearing clothes with phrases like this on them since before she could talk. Can’t kids just be kids for half a second without having to think about their bodies? If this is a sign of the times, I’m not too excited for whatever nasty ideas people are going to come up with next. [Change.org]
In what the non-tiara-wearing crowd would call a pretty awesome move, France’s Senate has voted to ban child beauty pageants. Under the measure, which must still be approved by the lower house of parliament, organizing such competitions is prohibited, and anyone who enters a child under the age of 16 in a beauty contest would face as much as two years in prison and $40,000 in fines, the AP reports. The author of the amendment says she is fighting the “hypersexualization” of children. Read more at Newser…
When I was in sixth grade, I’d advanced far enough along in my math studies to be in pre-Algebra. I went to magnet school in Fort Worth, Texas, with a bunch of other smart kids who had tested into the advanced program, but when I walked into Mr. Zoromski’s math class, I felt suddenly out of my league. English and drama classes, even life sciences made sense, but math didn’t.
But instead of powering through, I found a smart boy in my class and had him help me. When I say “help,” I mean he practically did my homework every day. Where I’d previously been super keen on learning everything, that sixth grade year, I decided math wasn’t for me. That, in the words of Teen Talk Barbie, “math class is tough.”
And it may have something to do with the way my smart girl-ness was socialized. Keep reading »
A new clothing line called Girls Will Be was inspired by a simple question frequently uttered by the founder’s 8-year-old daughter, Maya, when shopping for clothes: “Why do boys get all the cool stuff?” Thanks to her mom, Sharon Choksi, Maya and other girls now have a much wider range of cool stuff to choose from. Girls Will Be launched in July with a line of t-shirts that defy traditional rules that say all girls’ clothing must be pink, purple, glittery, and festooned with hearts, ribbons, and bows. Girls Will Be shirts feature bold colors and prints of universally beloved symbols like dogs, sharks, planes, baseballs, along with simple, non-gendered phrases like “Be awesome.” Keep reading »
Has this week been kinda brutal for you guys? I swear half the recent updates on my Twitter and Facebook feeds have been along the lines of “Today sucks!” or “Why does life have to be so freakin’ complicated?!” I have personally cried in public twice this week (one outburst took place at the DMV, which was to be expected). Let’s all take a second to take a deep breath and remember that at one point, we were all toddlers, and the most confusing and intense moment in our lives was when we tasted a lemon for the first time. Thanks to these brilliant photos, we can relive the moment life first handed us lemons (and the best part? Since we’re adults now, we can use those lemons to make lemon drops!). Here’s to a happier, simpler weekend. [Daily Mail]
I know we were all just thinking that girls and young women needed another reason to avoid pursuing math and science, so The Children’s Place has graciously started selling shirts for young girls that clearly tell them math isn’t for them. Especially when there’s shopping to do, amiright?! Thank goodness you’re here, The Children’s Place. Keep reading »
The final season of “Breaking Bad” premieres/resumes this Sunday, and to get you all caught up, the kids at one local middle school put together this charming and on-point musical synopsis of the last five seasons. Follow along as these kiddos embody Walter White’s transformation from a sad-sack science teacher to a ruthless drug kingpin. Plus, stick around to see baby Gus Fring get his face blown off. (And look extra close for a Tio cameo.) These kids are the most adorable drug dealers ever! [YouTube]
I think I’m a decent aunt. Not so good at remembering birthdays, admittedly, but what I lack in presents-giving, I make up for in lots of facetime. We play all kinds of games — usually “doctor,” in which I pretend to have some terrible malady wrought by a zoo animal (“Help! A hippopotamus bit my leg off!”) and they wrap toilet paper (“bandages”) around me pretending to fix it. Either we do that, or we play Barbies.
Usually my nieces’ Barbie dolls are going to a ball to meet a prince. It doesn’t matter if she’s Color-Change Mermaid Barbie or I Can Be USA President Barbie. She is always going to a ball to meet a prince. Sometimes directly after the ball, she and the prince get married. So, last weekend when I was babysitting, I tried to set the tone for something different. Keep reading »