c/o Chicnova top; Target jeans; Kohl’s shoes (similar); Zara necklace (similar, similar); Cambridge Satchel Company bag, wearing Bellami Hair hair extensions (tutorials HERE and HERE.)
I had a different post planned for today, but I had this inside me and had to get it out. Bear with me, if you will!
I had Good Morning America on TV this morning and left it on while we ate breakfast. After, I went to help Brady get dressed and came back to find Molly sitting and watching the coverage from last night’s VMA’s. They were doing the fashion part and she was mostly oohing and ahhing over the sparkly outfits and anything bedazzled (there’s no denying she’s mine, right?) Then they started showing some of Miley Cyrus’ performance and I quickly had to turn it off and divert her attention away.
I didn’t watch the whole show last night, and have only seen small clips and read 3,489 Twitter and Facebook updates, but I get the drift. The show just seems so contrived and, dare I say, inappropriate? I remember when I used to watch the VMA’s faithfully. Back in the dinosaur ages when Brittany Spears danced with a snake and when N’Sync was actually still together. Back then I never thought twice about any of the performances or what the message was. I just enjoyed.
Back then I didn’t have a daughter.
A little girl who watches everything with avid interest and takes it all in. Her mind is working overtime, learning what the world expects of her and what she should be. Now that I have her I look at these performances and awards shows in a whole different light. I wonder what is going on in Miley’s head and why she feels the need to dance that way, and behave in a way that is NOT what I want my little girl to emulate. Ever. I see a bunch of very young, very rich entertainers that seem to be vying for attention in provocative ways. I see these young girls who seem to be screaming for attention, any kind of attention, and it makes me sad. I see them from a mother’s standpoint. I want them to step back and reevaluate the message they are sending out. Do they know they look sad and cheap and desperate? Do they know that life holds a lot more for woman than semi nudity and strip club caliber dance moves?
What I know is this: I will be damned if my daughter grows up to think her body and looks are the only thing she has to offer. I tell her she is beautiful every day, but I also say she is smart, clever, artistic, tenacious and athletic. I want her to know that as a woman she should always be a lady, a woman that has class and grace and a sense of etiquette. She is a shining star and even if someday (because it sure seems like she could be the next American Idol…) she does end up being on stage, that I will be watching, always. My daughter is meant for greatness, as all our daughters are, and they shouldn’t have to be exposed to the Miley Cyrus’ of the world. They, and she, are better than that.
“Mama, let’s jump for your blog!”Love her.