When the wife was pregnant again, I had secretly hoped for a little
girl. Don’t ask me why, I’m a Daddy and I kind of wanted a little
girl.
When we found out Brodie was a boy, I felt a split second of sadness,
but I was really happy to say I had boys.
I was dropping Ben off this morning and it was around -20 out, so all
the kids were going directly inside.
What I saw…it hurt me.
I saw girls….grades 2-4…dressed in things I’d not want to see my
adult daughter in. This went well beyond the “Porn Star” line (of
which there was a shirt…sort of surprised the school allows that)
and into the “Wee Sluts” style.
Now I know what you’re saying…that I’m a prude or something like
that. I don’t think I’d be upset at seeing this in a High School
setting…I see it at Jo’s school and that usually boils down to
self-expression or blind mimicry….but this…in an elementary
school….egad.
Boys…I like my boys.
