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Thursday, September 28, 2006

 

She's Not Really Famous in Japan, Okay?

Baby has been wearing a t-shirt that says Famous in Japan ever since we bought it for her in New York last year. Most people see it and giggle, like I did when I bought it.

But a few weeks ago, she wore it to one of my stepdaughters' soccer games and a mom came up to me afterward, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"Is she really famous in Japan?" she asked eagerly.

At first, I thought she was kidding, and chuckled. But as she continued looking at me expectantly, I said, "Well, not yet. But we're working on it."

Several days later, I told my husband what had happened.

"That's ridiculous!" he laughed. "Who would take that shirt seriously?!"

The next day, we were both at another soccer game. Coincidentally, Baby was wearing the shirt again.

"Famous in Japan..." One of our neighbors had a daughter on the competing team and had come to stand beside us. She looked from Baby, to me, confused.

Oh no.

"Uh, she's not really famous in Japan," I said. "It's like, a joke."

"Oh," she said, unsmiling.

A few minutes later, a dad stopped and read her shirt. "Famous in Japan," he said aloud, before shaking his head in bewilderment and walking on. Hubs and I looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Suburbia. This is how we roll.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

 

Of Ice and Men

Another parental rite of passage exposed in this week's Nashville Scene column. Read all about it here.

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

 

Return of the Manwhore

"Omigosh! You'll never guess what I found out happened at the game Friday night!" My 15-year-old said dramatically as we were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner.

"What?"

"Gina made out with Trevor!"

I knew Gina well, but...

"Trevor?"

"You know!" 15 said impatiently. "The Manwhore!"

"Ohhhhh." Now I could put a name with a... nickname. "The guy who tries to sleep with as many girls as he can."

"Yep."

"Ewwwwwww!"

"I know! I told her I couldn't believe she kissed him!"

"So are they, like, dating now?"

"Well, he told her today that he liked her, and she told him she wanted to take things slow. And then he said, 'How slow?"

"Ewwwww!" I thought for a second, then said mock seriously, "You know I'm going to have to tell Gina's mother about this."

"No!" 15 yelped. "You can't!"

"I'm just kidding!"

Still, I've been laughing to myself all morning imagining the conversation. I know Gina's mom fairly well through various school events, so it would be nothing for me to call her up on the phone.

"Hello, Amelia? It's Lindsay Ferrier. I'm afraid I have some disturbing news for you."

"What?"

"I have it on good authority that your daughter has been making out with a Manwhore."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT A MANWHORRRRREEEE!"

Why am I telling you all this? Well, there are plenty of movies and songs and books and blog posts that evoke the bittersweetness of first love. But when's the last time you thought of your first Manwhore?

There. Now don't you feel better?

Monday, September 25, 2006

 

Hamster CPR!!!!

If you have a child, particularly a girl, don't kid yourself about keeping family secrets. There are none.

Girls tell each other everything, and most of those girls then go home and tell their parents. That's why Hubs and I know all kinds of things, from which mom is hiding sex toys in her nightstand to which couple cleans the house naked together when the kids are away.

Now that the girls are getting older, the information has taken a more serious tone. We know who's started drinking again. Who smokes pot with her kids. We know whose marriages are in serious trouble and whose have just ended.

And we know who attempted to give her hamster CPR.

First off, if you don't know about my history with hamsters, let's just say we're like Paris and Nicole. We don't like being in the same room together, and if we were, I would totally not be above sending the hamster a "Good luck, Bitch" cookie.

So you can imagine how, um, excited I was when a little sister of one of the girls' friends brought her pet hamster to a soccer game for Baby to pet.

"Isn't he cute?" Her mom asked me happily.

"It's all right, I guess," I said noncommitally. My pro-hamster husband, after all, was sitting right beside me.

"We actually have two hamsters," she confided. "But the cage turned over last night and we haven't been able to find the other one."

"Oh!" I said loudly, elbowing my husband. "So your hamster got out and now you can't find it! I understand that happens A LOT with hamsters! And then they get into the heating vents!" I dropped my voice to a dramatic whisper. "And they... DIE."

"I know," the mom said sadly. "We're hoping to find Fluffy before that happens." She then proceeded to tell me a long history of hamsters she had known, from the pair she'd had as a child (who met their end by contracting some nasty disease) to the series of hamsters her best friend had bought for her own child (death by: dog, escape, dog, dog, apparent suicide by exercise wheel), to the poor little hamster owned by a neighbor down the street (squeezed to death by its zealously affectionate young owner). I countered with the story of the gerbils my brother and I owned for a few weeks. One of them ate the other, effectively ending my family's brief pet rodent experience forever.

Eventually, thank God, the soccer game hamster was put away (but not before Baby had found and carefully examined several of his poop pellets in the travel box, leading to her impromptu baptismal in hand sanitizing gel). After the game had ended and we were on our way home, I mentioned the missing hamster to my 13-year-old.

"You'll have to ask Allison if there's a strange smell in her house in a few weeks," I said. "One of her hamsters is missing."

"They got more?" she asked curiously.

"Well, they just bought two," I said.

"They had another one a few months ago," 13 said. "Allison's little sister dropped it on its head, and then her mom tried to give it CPR. But it didn't work."

My mouth hung open. I'd listened to that whole long history of hamsters and Allison's mom had left out the most fascinating story of all? How on earth could she have omitted HAMSTER CPR? Did she think I wouldn't find out?

Of course I'd find out! Hello! I know everything about everyone, thanks to my little spies!

I'll never be able to look at Allison's mom again without imagining her valiantly trying to breathe life back into her hamster.

Which is fine, because she probably can't look at me without imagining me singing to my, ahem, secret karaoke mix CD in the car at the top of my lungs.

Sunday, September 24, 2006

 

One More Pageant Mom Responds

Here's one more response from the pageant side: This letter is from the pageant mom who's been corresponding with me via e-mail. I would assume that a lot of what I've written has totally pissed her off, but she's been nothing but polite, so I'll ask you all to be the same in your comments to her. In each section, she responds to various questions that I asked on behalf of all of us. Her words are in italics.

1) The whole "fake" thing: I don't know... I think a lot of mom's first impression is that their child doesn't need the fake stuff - but then after you lose so much you either get the picture or quit or go to natural pageants. My daughter has been competing since she was 5 months old, and she didn't start really wearing the makeup and hair until she was 2. For awhile, she balked at lashes, so we didn't do them. But then she saw other kids getting them and she decided to have them, but only I can do them on her (she won't let anyone else.) The hair is really no big deal, because the bulk of the work is on the wiglet or fall (it takes me about two hours to roll a fall and about 5 min to get it on her head and fixed) and it spares the child's hair from damage from so much teasing and curling etc. I'm not crazy about the tanning, but she doesn't mind it and we actually have our own machine; and now instead of damaging my skin, my husband tans me with it...

2) Yes, pageants are expensive. I have a professional job and make a very good living and my husband is in a solid trade. We can only afford 2-3 nationals a year, maybe 2-3 state level pageants, and a few locals here and there. And it's not just money, it's time. My son and husband play a lot of golf, so princess and I have this as our "girl thing" to do. Although my daughter is showing some interest in golf, but they won't really start her at the club until she is 6 (she's four.) A lot of other hobbies can be other-worldly expensive, so I don't see the expense argument as a case against pageants.

3) No, I'm not too concerned about pedophiles. I noticed the comment about how you thought the gentleman with "Kennedee Belle" was looking at you with disdain, but he was probably checking you out - the pageant community is a very familiar group and we
are very wary of strangers (probably a journalist he thought.) Most of us know who the kids and their groups are and it's a pretty tight community. If ANY stranger comes in, or we see anyone who doesn't belong to someone participating, we immediately take notice.
Pageants are not put on for strangers or advertised as such for the very reason we don't want a bunch of weirdos there. I don't purport to be educated about pedophiles, but it seems like from the news they prey on kids that they have easier access too. I side with
the other mom, if anyone even looks at our kids funny it's all we can do to restrain from tearing them from limb to limb. It would be interesting to have a thinktank do a study about how many pageant kids have been (for lack of a better term "attacked") via pageantry. I respect facts, and so far really neither side of the love pageants/hate pageants has come up with any.

4) When they children are babies it's not about them for sure; anyone who says differently, is not honest with themselves. My daughter is 4 and she is now getting to the point where she understands win/lose. The natural pageants are REALLY about who is the prettiest, vs glitz where it's more about performance, smile, modeling, clothes etc. It's hard to explain to a child that she lost because another child was actually prettier than her. It's easy to explain "you need to pay attention on stage and look at the judges, or let's get you a new dress, or you need to smile more..." Then they feel more in control of the situation. You can't change what you were born with but you can improve your modeling and your clothes, and your smile etc. That's hard to explain, but hey! I gave it a shot.

As far as "bribery"... I do give my daughter a small treat or gift after each competition she enjoys being on stage, but the treat is like the icing on the cake! I give my son small
monetary rewards or gifts for good grades or when he reaches certain goals for himself (homerun on the ballfield, or does well at a golf tournament etc.) I don't much see the difference.

5) It's funny, the mentality of the public is that pageant kids don't do another damn thing. For some reason, I don't know why, people think we lock our children up like "show dogs" or something. I think to only participate in pageants would definitely be unhealthy. Only doing one activity of anything is unhealthy if you ask me. I had a friend growing up who was heavily involved in ballet, and she was MISERABLE. She was extremely talented, but her mom-from-hell wouldn't let her do ANYTHING else. So craziness can go for a lot of things. My daughter plays intramural soccer at school, she snow skis (started when she was 2 and she KICKS ASS on the slopes!!!) and she goes to dance lessons once a week. And the biggest title she ever won she had not one, but two skinned knees. I can't do theatre with her because I work and it takes way too much time and we live too far from the city. Plus I hate those musty old theatres. I also hated girl scouts when I was a kid, if I never see another damn cookie it will be too soon. BTW back to the snow skiing, the director was just so all over about my daughter's ability he was begging to have her back for some demo they were doing for the school (Lordy she was only 3.) When I told him she couldn't because she had a pageant that particular week the look on his face was priceless!! And in a couple of weeks I'm taking BOTH of the kids to help volunteer at the Special Olympics (It's a blast, you should try it.)

6) Like it or not, our society objectifies women. So instead of acting like it shouldn't happen, I say meet the devil head on and deal with it. Know how to use what you have. And not sexually either so get your head straight on this. If appearances don't matter, why take a bath and brush your hair to go to work? Why wear a suit to an interview? Do ties really add IQ points? These pageants aren't just about who's the prettiest, most often, it's about who can make the most of what they've got. It sucks and its wrong, but it's life. Both my kids go to private school, and I was actually "horrified" (if you can believe I am capable of that) because a mom in my son's second grade class had dyed her child's hair (and I did ask if she did pageants - the answer was NO and she was horrified about the thought). So lots of people can have mixed up priorities!!

7) Some of "The line" for me with pageants:
- screaming at your child or punishing them for "inadequate" performance
- spending way beyond your financial means
- telling your child she's not pretty w/o her pageant items
- dying a child's hair
- bashing and being ugly to others
- losing ungracefully
- winning ungracefully

8) About the respected "experts", it really depends. If they come with FACTS I would consider it. If they come with opinions, I'm smart enough to make my own thank you after reviewing a LOT of information. I've had enough cases where doctors have been wrong to have a healthy disrespect for one or two opinions.

9) Finally, I'm a pageant mom who did pageants as a child - I didn't start until I was 8 and it was my idea (had to BEG my parents to let me do one.) Unfortunately, adolescence was not kind and I had to be "talented" for a long time before I could be "pretty". You want to hear a funny story, I tried FOREVER to WIN a pageant, and my first uh, "major" title (and I'll give away who I am to a very select few if you print this) was Miss HELL HOLE SWAMP. And No, I didn't make that up. Go Google it!!! Best thing that ever happened to me, but funny as well, hell.

10) Why glitz pageants? You won't understand this answer for the life of you but we've done both – and frankly, the natural pageants just aren't as much fun... there's no excitement of having Mr. Tim sing to you (which my daughter gets sooo EXCITED about), the loud music, the momma's hollering, the getting ready with all your friends, prissing down the hallway in your glitzy clothes, the big party on Saturday night, staying in a hotel room with other mom's and your friends, going out to eat in big groups talking about how so-and-so did such-and-such on stage... I already KNOW my daughter is pretty so I don't need to know if she can win naturally, I really don't have to have that kind of acceptance. We went to a "middle of the road" pageant recently and they had little girls in the glitz pageant dresses w/o the hair and makeup etc. and frankly that looked weirder than with. So to end the tans and flippers etc. you have to end the loud music and the clothes and the sportswear and the routines...what would happen would be the end of glitz pageants. You just don't have the level of fun and excitement at a natural pageant that you do at a glitz pageant. Now I can't help it if you get a few mom's or dad's with mis-placed perspectives when they get there.

Another perspective on glitz in general: Years ago when I was involved in the Miss America program for our state (I went twice as a preliminary winner.) It was at the height of Miss America's popularity (okay my age is showing LOL.) Back then the dresses were over the top glamorous, and we wore the tape under our boobs and had spectacular costumes and spectacular talents etc. There were wigs, and breast implants and every one of us was two bites shy of an eating disorder ;o) Swimwear was a higher percentage of our score too. Then the Miss America program decided they didn't want to be a beauty pageant anymore and really pushed the whole "smart girls" in plain dresses. You had to get a platform and perform community service. You have to write an essay. It wasn't as glamorous anymore. That's great, but unfortunately on tv people don't care you wrote a great essay, they just want to be entertained! It's not "right" and it's shallow and it's not politically correct, but it's human nature. And then they wondered why nobody wanted to watch anymore. However, if you think all the girls who participated back in my day became "bimbos" think again. A couple became doctors, my friend the ballerina owns a HUGELY successful dance school in the lower part of the state, I'm an IT manager for a large international corporation (I sooooo which I had stayed in something more bohemian though.)

I think the key here is that she was in pageants herself and viewed the experience as one of the best things that ever happened to her. That makes me understand why she, as a parent, is doing the same for her daughter. I think we all have that tendency.

But I see a great disconnect between what she's trying to justify in her mind as "acceptable" and what truly is acceptable. Has she ever asked herself why her daughter's ski instructor and the mother at her daughter's school was so horrified by the idea of a pageant? Or why all of us, not to mention most of society, are horrified?

And she has a totally different take on the Miss America situation, too. When Miss America became less glitz and more serious, it was in response to a public outcry over the stupidity of the whole pageant, and the way it objectified women. She doesn't appear to have grasped that at all.

Ironically, I found this flyer in some old mail yesterday.

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Interesting that some in the pageant industry are responding to what's obviously a widespread public concern.

UPDATE: Belinda just discovered that our favorite site, Total Nockouts, has been taken down for "reconstruction." Smart move, ladies. As fascinating as I found your retouched photos of infants and toddlers, I think you'd be better served to make this a subscribers' only website. Ditto for your message boards.

Friday, September 22, 2006

 

Fascinating Womanhood

Let's take a break from pageantry, shall we?

Instead, we'll enter the fascinating world of Fascinating Womanhood, a book written by Helen Andelin (whom I suspect is actually a woman-hating man) that instructs women on how to be the perfect submissive housewife. Here are a few quotes from the book:

A man is by nature and temperament a born leader, who tends to be decisive and have the courage of his convictions. A woman, on the other hand, tends to vacillate.

Women need protection from work that is not appropriate for the feminine sex, such as driving a truck, construction work, road work, or anything greasy or masculine. Some types of office work are inappropriate, such as executive jobs, management positions, police work, or top political posts.

It’s better to surrender your point of view to a man than win an argument. It’s more feminine.

The air of being able to kill their own snakes is just what destroys the charm of many business and professional women. And it is the absence of this air that permits many a brainless doll to capture an able and intelligent man.

Women are afraid of unreal dangers, such as lighting, thunder, strange noises, spiders, mice and even dark shadows, much to the amusement of men. Men love this trait in women, for in the presence of such weakness, the man feels stronger.

Helen goes on to describe in excruciating detail how a woman can make her man love her by doing everything from taking his shoes off when he gets home from work to cooing and purring in his ear to wearing lace and gauzy, girlish clothing whenever possible. She firmly believes that if a husband is unhappy, it is the wife's fault- and she should ask herself what she is doing wrong to cause his displeasure.

You might think Helen's out of her mind, but the dame has sold two million copies of Fascinating Womanhood, so clearly, plenty of women are buying into it. I decided to put her bizarre theories to the test, and became a Fascinating Woman for one week. You can read the shocking results here, in this week's Nashville Scene.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

 

Pageant Mom Responds

Finally, a response from the pageant side. This mom commented in the last post, so I just put it in a post of its own, since I know many of you will want to read what she has to say. Her words are in italics, mine are not.

I am only saying that it is wrong to judge anyone by a photo. Nor is it right to judge someone based on one activity they participate in one afternoon. That is also not an in depth look at their lives or values. When we receive my daughters glitz photos, my daughter and I giggle, laugh, and we call them "a work of art". The photographers are very good at what they do but they are retouched for the use of making them a "participation item" and not meant for the family Christmas card or for view of the general public. Not all Glitz girls use those photos. Dixieland as well as other Glitz pageants do have a Natural Photo category as we all seem to giggle a little with the retouched photos. You have not judged my daughters participation in a pageant nor have you put her photos in your judgement. It is just wrong to label people (even small children as you did) or judge parenting and what these contestants are like based on the unknowledgeable information you have seen or heard.

No one here is judging the children. We are judging those parents who are allowing their children to be photographed in provocatively posed, Photoshopped, publicly-released (and they are public, because they end up on competition websites and in public message board banners, where anyone can see them) pictures. It disturbs me that you and your daughters call them "works of art," like they're something to be prized.

Also, I've made it very clear here that I'm not opposed to state fair-style pageants or natural pageants, in which the children still look like children. I'm talking specifically about glitz pageants.

The Private Party sign and the wrist bands which are required for entrance are there because it is just that, a Private Party. Nothing to be ashamed of, daycare centers and schools are an example of "we don't want undesirables around our children." You must check in to the schools or daycare before you are permitted near the children and they are much more lax about entrance than we are at pageants. Pageants are an invitation/participation event only. Pageants are a forum, a chance for our girls to show their talent be it Ballet, tap, jazz, gymnastics, karate, singing, poise, manners, speaking ability (manners and speaking ability were held in interview forum before the stage events) Casualwear modeling or even the ProAm events. To answer another post I saw earlier, they are not all 2 yrs old and younger, many of them are 3 yrs old and older with many even the general public would consider extremely talented. There is a 3 yr old who competes in pageants who is the best gymnast I have ever seen. She is better than some of the teens I have seen in my own state. This little gymnast might wear a gold metal at the Olympics in the future. I am sorry you only saw the ProAm event which is only an optional that is suppose to capture as many dance moves and expression possible without tripping or missing a beat. The origination of ProAm was to capture as many as possible usable modeling photos in a 60 second time limited. It has since evolved to include gymnastic and dance moves to capture movement in each shot. We do not want an unfortunate incident of obscene men with no morals (pedophiles) from the general public in the audience to just sit there and ooggle young girls. Most pedophiles capture their pray in the victims home, their own yard, walking to/from school or at the local play area. They are looking for an easy get away not a room full of parents who would kill them rather than see them in a court room. We are not ashamed, just trying to be careful and watchful for who comes in the room. If anyone at any time touched a contestant or God forbid grabbed a contestant her/his appendages would have been ripped off before they made it half way across the ballroom. Think about it, over 100 contestants along with their mothers, fathers, grandmothers and other family members. If someone were to touch one of them, the whole audience would have been apart to dismembering or at least rescuing the contestant and holding the criminal. A criminal of that sort seems to have the profile of waiting until a mother looks the other way or when a child is in their own back yard and mother thinks it is safe to not be so attentive. I cannot say I know the criminal mind but most crimes I hear about in the news are "I just turned my back for a second and..."

Perfect example of the difference I see between glitz pageants and an "acceptable" (to me) pageant: Last weekend, the Tennessee State Fair held a pageant for babies through young adults and publicized the hell out of it. Watching a little girl parade on stage in her own hair and party dress just doesn't anger people like watching a little girl in a fake tan, fake hair, false eyelashes and bikini parade on stage.

It wasn't difficult to be admitted to your pageant- I'm fairly certain that anyone who made an effort to appear normal could get in- but since you bring this topic up about keeping pedophiles away from the girls, I have to say that I saw several unattended pageant girls out in the massive lobby, standing inside while their moms went out in the courtyard for a smoke, practicing their routines, etc. There were several larger events occuring at the same time and people were everywhere, including little girls in full costume, hair and makeup. I'm not saying that you're not careful with your girls, but I don't think all of the moms are.

The girls and families at the pageants cheer loud and clear from the audience and from behind the massive production company. The girls and families of all get a huge kick out of cheering on the contestant who is on stage. That contestant also gets a huge kick out of hearing everyone cheer for him/her while they are on stage.

I have enjoyed reading your column on the pageant as well as the others linked. I find most of what was said is due to lack of knowledge on this subject which has made me laugh for days. I thank you for the laughs. The posts I particularly laugh about are the why not let the children be children. Please remember this was a planned event where the girls from baby through adults, not just babies, were there to competed as an event. I understand that you are a mother of a very young daughter so your focus was only on the babies. After their events were finished the girls of all ages took off their competition uniforms (make up and all) to played in the enormous sand box located just feet away from the ballroom as well as played in the pool also located just a few feet from the ballroom. They were also given a limo ride to the Build A Bear Work Shop and Rain Forest Cafe. They were treated to a large Cinderella, horse driven carriage ride. Not just the girls who won the pageant but all girls who participated in the pageant. We met DiVine (elegant lady on stilts dressed in all greenery who performed numerous acrobatics) and had a few snap shot with her. We went for a ride in the boat that tours around the hotel. We took in the shows that were available at the hotel. It was more than just seeing their child on stage doing what they do best but a family vacation. As you said in a post earlier, families came from out of state.

I was personally more interested in the younger contestants, because they were really too young to even form a coherent opinion on pageants. I suspect that at least some of them will grow up and be very angry that they were put into that kind of situation by their mothers before they had any real understanding of what was going on.

And I think I speak for most of my readers when I say that we don't doubt that some elements of the pageant are fun for the girls, but why not take them to storytime at the library or the park? Or take your entire family on a vacation to, say, Disney World? Why not give them dance or acting lessons if they have a desire to perform? I suspect they'd have even more fun if they weren't subjected to airbrush tans, hair extensions, uncomfortable costumes, and false eyelashes- and if they weren't under pressure from the age of 2 or 3 to remember a stage routine (and not to mess up their hair, costume, or makeup) in front of a panel of judges.

The next issue I want to address tonight is the gyration to music by the 2 yr olds and under. How in the world can any of you expect a child 2 yrs or under to gyrate to music or for any other reason other than an epileptic seizure or movement to a beat. I have yet to see a child that age move fast enough or in a provocative way to call it gyration or anything remotely like a slut or hooker. Get your minds out of the gutter and stop thinking of children doing things to be suggestively provocative. I have seen toddlers in the check out line at the grocery store bend over in half and make peek a boos in between there little bums going up and down at the parents while they pay the cashier. Is it different because it is in front of the general public and not wearing something a toddler would wear for dance?

Again, no one is judging the girls or holding them in any way responsible for what's going on. I am, however, harshly and adamantly judging the parents for allowing the girls to learn routines that were absolutely characterized by hip/rump shaking. They don't understand what's going on, but you do, and should not allow it. It's one thing when a toddler lifts her butt up and down spontaneously in a store; it's quite another when she's been taught to do that on a stage before judges. It's making me furious just thinking about it.

It was also sickening to me when all the girls were asked to line up on stage for the judges and every single one put one hand on her hip and thrust it out over and over in that age-old Mae West motion- a motion that is a well-known caricature of a prostitute. Just for perspective, I remember seeing that same move on television when I was five on some comedy show, along with a "Hi, Big Boy" from the television character. I tried it out on my family that night and my mom grabbed me and nicely but firmly told me I was never to do that again.

I was just about to submit this when I saw a few questions. Hair and Make up takes from 5- minutes.

IMPOSSIBLE. I couldn't do that to myself in five minutes, let alone do it to a three-year-old.

Airbrush tanning takes 5 minutes the night before a pageant.

Personally, I'd be doubtful about putting chemicals on a young child and letting her sleep overnight in them.

"Sitting for dental work" has me very confused. If your child requires a dental appointment then they sit through it. There is no dental work required for Glitz pageants.

I think they were referring to having the flippers made for them.

Lessons go on during the week or weekends depending on the coaches schedule and your child's schedule. Preparing for a pageant has some effect on the other children but it is minimal if you schedule your coaching and other events around the events of the other children in the family. Sorry but a karate tournament or any event my children participate are equal. You need to be the parent and figure out your family schedule in advance.

Hair and make up is only 15 minutes tops. There are no wigs in Glitz pageants, there are hair extension pieces which are made in a hair do the night before and placed on the head during the almost 15 minutes of Hair and make up. The time with the hair and make up usually has no effect on the rest of the family given only one other family member is to wait during that time.

The clothes are to be of a color that accents your child well and fit well. Clothes are generally ordered months in advance since designers have many clients. There is always grow room made into the outfits given the advanced order and girls do grow. Measuring for an outfit takes all of five minutes.

Effects on the boys in the family? If the boys want to participate and there is an age group for them most participate just for the fun of it all. If not they are there with the family to enjoy the vacationing and most brothers support their sisters as well as the sisters support the brothers in their activities.

The teeth issue, well toddlers do not use flippers nor do they loose teeth. It is the toothless aged girls who have flippers to just fill in where their teeth are missing for that month. It is hard for a judge to see little Jane's beautiful smile when little Susie has the same amount of missing teeth but has a flipper. Particularly hard when plans were made, Jane and Susie were both looking forward to that one particular pageant and missing a few teeth that will grow in fully in a few days/weeks. Who can predict when a child looses a tooth or when the new tooth grows back? Sorry but a child preparing for the life time experience of joy and then to not be allowed to go based on a natural occurrence? Now comes the flipper to fill in for the weekend. The time it takes to make a mold of the mouth in quick dry plastic is all the time it takes for a child.


I think that flippers may have started as a way to fill in missing teeth, but I don't think it's that way anymore. The before and after pictures on flipper websites show mostly young girls with a front tooth gap or crooked baby teeth. And the girl I saw take her flippers out had all her real teeth. I watched a group of five six-year-olds practicing right beside me and I'm 90% sure all of them had flippers- Most of them were touching them every five minutes and a few of them had grossly-oversized, perfect white teeth that were obviously cheaply done and fake.

Bottom line: Teeth should not be judged on a young child. Period. If you're having to get fake teeth for your daughter, I mean think. There's something wrong with that.

Spending thousands? Ok if you went into a pageant full fledged for the first time then yes you would need a bit of money up front. If an outfit cost you $1,000 or more and you sell the outfit for $100 less than you paid, your child won $100 in the outfit you just broke even for that outfit plus all the great times your daughter and you had with the times she wore it.

Family budget doing well? If one child wants to try out with a musical instrument you rent or buy the instrument, book classes, pay for lessons and hope they stay with that particular instrument long enough to see how well they do with it. If they bomb with that instrument and want to try another you do the same. Children are not cookie cutter people, they vary and each ends up their own particular Best Cookie. Our jobs as parents is to allow them the opportunities to try new things and back them up in what motivates them. No matter how many children you have a parent wants to do the best they can for each. I have one child who loves signing, dancing to her own drum and she loves pageants. I have a daughter who loves being a tomboy, dirt bikes and all and yes she has three. She participated in pageants for a few years, she started violin in kindergarten then gave it up for clarinet in 6th grade. She is now a pianist and loves her acoustic guitar. I have a son who loves music and he has tried many instruments but loves the guitar best. He was in pageants briefly when he was in his just before teens to try it out for himself. My older daughter and son both use to come with us on pageant weekends but now they are older they come only now and then.

If anyone says they are in pageants for the scholarships or the money they should quit now. Pageants are not about the money they are all about the experiences your child receives from them. My daughter has approximately $5,000 in savings bonds but she has been in pageants for a few years. It is all about the time we spend with each other during the weekend, her doing her best on stage, gradually learning that practice does count (she is in pageants that reward each girl based on her performance that day). Glitz pageants are usually not solely based on Beauty. If it were based on how beautiful the contestants face was they would all win the top prize. Glitz pageants consider speaking ability for age, modeling ability based on age, personality, confidence and sometimes the tie breaker is how well their outfits fit them and if they are age appropriate.

The pageant I attended cost $700 to enter, and that didn't cover judging in every category. Additional categories cost extra. The outfits cost up to $1200 (some of the western wear looked even more expensive than that), and none of this is taking into account hair and makeup, airfare, hotel accomodations, pageant coaching, modeling lessons, manicures, or tanning. I mean, it just seems outrageously expensive, particularly when most of the parents I saw appeared not to have much money to start with.

I hope I answered some of your questions. Please remember this is not all there is to Pageants. Try not to judge yet you be judged.

I really, deeply appreciate your taking the time to answer our questions. I told you in my e-mail that my readers are moms and dads themselves and very unlikely to attack you personally or say things just to hurt you (and I hope my readers will honor what I've just written in their comments). I think we're all just stunned that glitz pageants are going on at all.

As my regular readers know, I'm a fairly laidback parent and not one to get (uh, seriously) up in arms about things, but now that I've seen a glitz pageant for myself, I just know in my gut that it's wrong. It's totally, undeniably wrong. I am trying to understand your side, but for the life of me, I can't.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

 

A Message from the Dark Side, UPDATED

I got an e-mail from a pageant mom today, who says my Nashville Scene column is "running rampant in the pageant circles." If that's the case, it's even more interesting to me that although this post about the pageants inspired well over a hundred commenters to personally rip glitz baby pageants a new one, not one person has shown up here daring to defend them. But whatever.

Anyway, although she found my column "snarky" (yes!) and "lopsided" (hell, I just wrote what I saw), she nicely offered to have a friendly discussion via e-mail from someone on the other side of the pageant lifestyle. Obviously, I have questions for her and I'm sure you do too. So I'm opening it up to you guys, as well. If you have any questions for a real, live pageant mom, put them in the comments of this post and I'll send them her way in my e-mail.

Oh, and before you go, check out Mamarazzi and meet Hollywood's most fashionably-challenged soccer mom.

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And one more thing. Belinda posted about the baby pageant controversy today on her blog at the Arkansas Times. Once you get past the part that's still making me blush at the beginning, she makes some great points about why glitz pageants are so contemptible. Belinda says that if she had been at the baby pageant I attended, she's afraid she would've run out of there with as many made-up, spraytanned, wig wearing toddlers she could grab. AWESOME! Go read it.

**But wait! There's more!

Check out the Letters section of the Scene, in which the pageant lovers speak out! This has to be the all-time best mail I've ever received, particularly the one with the line "Just have to say, we love pageants and love fake eyelashes, fake hair, lots of makeup and fake teeth. Love our coach and hair and makeup artists. As long as McKinley wants to compete, we will." (By the way, McKinley's Mama, I made up a name so that your poor little girl wouldn't be embarrassed by this debate when she's older and Googles herself. But now that you've put her name out there, that idea is pretty much shot to hell. Also. "Wants to compete?" She just turned TWO. She's not even potty trained yet. What the fuck are you talking about?)

For that matter, what the fuck are any of these letter-writers talking about? These girls aren't "straight-A students" or "accomplished musicians." They're toddlers. And preschoolers. And as for glitz pageants being the same as cheerleading and dance competitions? Okay, then where's the fake hair, fake teeth and bikinis? Gah!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

 

Synonym for Constipation: Toddler

I waited until Baby was distracted by Boohbah before quietly going in the bathroom and shutting the door.

Finally. A moment alone, at a time when I really needed a moment alone. I had been waiting to go to the bathroom for 30 minutes.

Ten seconds later, there was a knock on the door.

"Iss ME!" Baby called. "Open door, please!"

I sighed and turned the handle. In came Baby.

"Mommy going potty?"

"Yes," I said. She continued standing in front of the door. "Can you come on in or go back out? There are other people here and I need to close the door." She didn't move. "Mommy needs privacy!" Finally, I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her.

"I wanna go outside!" Baby shouted, slapping the door with her palms.

"Okay," I said. "But once you go out, you're staying out. I need privacy."

"Okay," she grumbled.

I opened the door and Baby scooted through before I closed it again.

Five seconds later, a knock.

"Iss ME! Open door, please!"

I opened the door.

"I got a book," she said, seating herself on her only-used-once-ever baby potty. She opened it and "read" for two or three seconds. She stood. "Mommy need book."

"No I don't."

"Mommy need a book!" She stood before the door. "Open, open!"

"Mommy needs privacy!"

"Open!"

I opened the door. Baby left. I closed the door.

Another knock.

"Iss ME!"

I opened the door. Baby held a Pottery Barn catalogue. She came inside and handed it to me.

"Read! Read!"

I opened the catalogue and pretended to read it.

"I wanna sit in yer lap."

"Baby. I'm going potty right now."

"I wanna sit in yer lap."

I picked her up and sat her on my lap.

"Bounce! Bounce!" Baby shouted. "Horsey!"

I put her back down. Baby pouted for a moment, then brightened.

"I wanna wash hands! Yeah! Yeah! Wash hands!"

I bit my lip and stood up. Inexplicably, I didn't need to go to the bathroom anymore.

Gah.

Monday, September 18, 2006

 

Spinach Scare

One of the things I do when pregnant is eat spinach. Lots and lots of fresh spinach (You know where this is going, don't you?). Bagged, possibly-e. coli-carrying shit spinach. Dammit!

On Friday, I listened to the news about bagged spinach with a growing fear in the pit of my stomach. I had eaten bagged organic spinach just the day before! I sauteed it, but still! Was that enough to kill the germs? Oh my Lord, what if I ate poop bacteria?! Gross! I was done for!

After suffering through the weekend, I realized there was only one way to calm my mounting hysteria, and that was to call my mom and pass my fears along to her.

"Mom!" I screeched into the phone this morning.

"What? What is it?"

"I might have eaten e. coli!"

"What?"

"I ate bagged spinach!"

"You ate tainted huh?"

"Bagged spinach!"

"Oh my Lord! You have ebola! Honey, go straight to the hospital!"

I snickered a bit at the ebola reference, then stopped abruptly. She wanted me to go the hospital? But they'd just want a sample of my... Um, no.

I spent the next 15 minutes convincing my mom that I might be okay before hanging up smugly, knowing that by noon, half of Atlanta would believe I had mysteriously contracted ebola. I could expect a bunch of Vanderbilt doctors in space suits to show up at my front door shortly afterward, followed by a gaggle of docudrama writers, all of whom would be clamoring for the rights to my story, tentatively titled, Pandemic: Girl vs. Spinach. Tori Spelling would play me, of course. I'd insist on it.

So please send e.coli and ebola-free thoughts my way today. In return, I think I may never eat spinach again.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

 

On the Subject of Bad Mothers...


The pageant moms ain't got nothin' on Louella Gallagher...

Thursday, September 14, 2006

 

The Problem with Pageants

So yesterday, I wrote about the funny side of my baby pageant experience. But to be honest, it was hard to laugh about.

One woman I spoke to for a few minutes at the beginning of the pageant had a just-turned-two-year-old girl with her. Like the other contestants, Katelynn wore a wigful of curls, false lashes and a sprayed on tan. But her mom seemed nice enough, so Baby and I settled in to watch them compete in the first round together.

As Katelynn's mom carried her up on the stage, the little girl burst into tears. Her mother grimaced and shook her daughter stiffly, trying to make her stop. Of course, Katelynn cried harder. Impatiently, her mother whipped her around to face the judges, then jerked her back and stalked off the stage when it became clear that the tears weren't going to stop any time soon. As they walked past me in the audience, Katelynn's mom didn't speak to or look at her daughter. Her face was an awful mask of anger and disappointment.

Round two was no better. This time, Katelynn's mother had to stand behind the judges as Katelynn walked onto the stage by herself for a dance routine. Hit with the spotlight and the music, set at eardrum-bursting volume, Katelynn froze before the judges and timidly smiled, bouncing slightly, for the entire minute-and-a-half. At first, her mother wildly pantomimed Katelynn's routine from the audience, but when it became clear that her daughter wasn't going to dance, she threw her hands up in exasperation and walked away from Katelynn's sight line. Katelynn walked to the side of the stage when the music stopped and her mother harshly grabbed her and went to angrily vent to some of the pageant coaches nearby.

I felt sick. How could a child who just turned two be expected to smile and perform on cue? And why was her mother so angry when she didn't? Surely she knew this might happen. All of us with toddlers know that the moment we most want them to display their knowledge of the alphabet or "Twinkle Twinkle" is the moment they choose not to perform.

I learned later that Katelynn and her mother and baby sister had flown in from Texas for the pageant, spent around $800 for the pageant entrance fee, and thousands of dollars more for airfare and hotel, pageant coaches (who'd also come in from out of town for the event), custom-made costumes, professionally done hair and makeup and manicures and tanning. I'm sure that Katelynn's mom wasn't seeing her daughter up there on stage; she was seeing thousands of dollars being flushed down the toilet. And this mother wasn't alone. I saw plenty of parents' faces contort in anger when their toddlers forgot a routine, neglected to remove a hat or vest, or cried on stage. It was fucking pathetic. And fucking wrong.

I don't use the term 'child abuse' lightly, but I felt like what I was seeing should not have been happening under any circumstances. I can't tell you how many two and three-year-old girls approached my daughter, clearly wanting to play with her as she hopped across the carpet and munched on Goldfish. These girls, though, had obviously been trained over a long period of time not to move. They would stand a few feet away in their perfect hair and makeup and costumes, looking at her longingly, but not daring to approach her. Any of you who have or have had a two-year-old know that this kind of behavior in an entire group of toddlers isn't natural. It's learned behavior and it's sick.

The contestants in national "glitz" pageants in no way resemble little girls. They are made up to look like little women, dressed up in bikinis, their wispy hair covered by full-length Barbie-esque wigs. I was horrified to see obvious dark roots in some of the under-six contestants' platinum blonde hair that peeked out from beneath their long synthetic ponytails. After about thirty minutes of watching the pageant, I found myself wondering how this one got her hair so smooth and perfectly wavy and marveling at how that one's blush perfectly complemented her skin tone. When one two-year-old came out on the stage wigless and nearly bald, I thought to myself, "That one needs some hair on her head! How does she even expect to compete?!" And I knew I was getting sucked into the madness.

We all know most girls love feeling pretty and I'm sure many of them love looking at their made-up selves in the mirror, but these pageant contestants are obviously too young and naive to realize that they are being sexualized for a crowd of strangers to ogle and judge. It is so disgusting and so wrong and I wish there were a way to put an end to it.

Want to see some of what I'm talking about for yourself? Take a look at this site. Several of these girls were contestants.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

 

Barbie Girls

At last. The long awaited (by me, anyway) baby pageant column is online at the Nashville Scene. You can read it here.

I'll write more on this subject tomorrow. I didn't have room in the column for all the sordid tales from the event, and much of it wasn't so much funny as it was sickening.

You should know, too, that I'm not opposed to all pageants. I think state fair and local pageants can be cute and kitschy. There's also a "natural" pageant circuit, in which obvious makeup is not allowed and judging is based on stage presence and personality rather than hair, teeth, and costumes. Honestly, I don't even have a problem with Miss America-style pageants, because the women who participate in them are adults who've made a conscious decision to present themselves in that way and that is and should be their prerogative.

The pageants I have a problem with are the child "glitz" pageants, as they're called in the industry, and that's the kind of pageant I wrote about in this week's column.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

 

I Eat Boredom for Breakfast

I'm basically a failure at Parents' Night. I don't know why I get on my stepdaughters to pay attention in class when I can't listen to a single one of their teachers drone on for even ten minutes. Instead, I sit in my desk doodling on the syllabus or better yet, staring at the other parents, dreaming up all sorts of personal problems for them (Ebayholic, Swinger, Ritalin addict, PTA fund embezzler, etc.) in a desperate effort to pass the time.

Last night, though, imagination wasn't required. As my 13-year-old's Spanish teacher buzzed in the background, I heard it.

PFFFFFFFPPPPPPTTTT.

Someone had passed gas. Loudly.

For a moment, I thought it was probably Baby, who was playing in the aisle beside me. But then I heard it again.

PFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPTTTT.

A wave of nostalgia crashed over me. There is nothing quite like the sound of a fart reverberating against the plastic seat of a school desk. It belongs on the soundtrack to the junior high experience, along with the slam of a locker door, the snapping in of a retainer, and the bus driver's voice shouting over the screeches of 40 puberty-riddled tweens.

Quickly, I looked to the asses around me for clues. I'm not sure why that was my first impulse. Butts generally tell no tales, particularly after committing an egregious aural faux pas, and the ones I saw around me were no exception. Everyone's ass seemed extraordinarily still, in fact, as if a lack of movement would make it the unlikeliest of suspects.

The Phantom Pharter struck several more times throughout the evening; Audaciously, he or she followed me from class to class. I'd hear the PFFFFFFFPPPPPTT from various parts of each school room, only to be met with a dozen poker faces when I whipped around.

The Parent Pooter was outdone only by the Maladroit Mama, who reached down to pick up her ringing cell phone during Social Studies and somehow managed to roll right out of her desk and onto the floor. Before I could smother a giggle, another PFFFFFFFPPPPPPT erupted somewhere to my right, distracting me.

"Show yourself!" I whispered angrily at the parents in the aisle beside me, but they only stared in response.

I have another Parents' Night coming up on Thursday and I can only hope it's half as interesting as the first.

Monday, September 11, 2006

 

'Til Bad Breath Do Us Part

Who knew finding a husband could be so easy?

 

September 11th.

Tracey linked to this video today and so will I. It says more than I ever could about 9/11 and the emotions that day continues to stir up in all of us.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

 

Overheard Just Now

"We had to just leave that party. Because who wants to eat dinner when you have someone's upchuck all over you?"

-My mom

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

 

All Hail the Trophy Wife

*By the way, the Planet Mom gals just e-mailed to say that if you buy one of their t-shirts between now and 9/15, you get 20% off! Just enter SuburbanTurmoil as the discount code at checkout. Whee! I have a hankering for the Botox Free one.

Back when I was bitching about the World's Meanest Mom a few weeks ago, Susan suggested I buy a Trophy Wife t-shirt and wear it to the next moms' meeting. Not being one to stir things up, I totally took her advice.

You can read what happened here, in this week's Nashville Scene.
 

She Lives

At long last, Suri Cruise has made her public debut.

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See the picture for yourself over at Mamarazzi.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

 

It Really Sucks!

I remember a time when a hot date night meant dinner and drinks at a swank see-and-be-seen restaurant. I'd pair a sexy dress with stiletto heels, add a little extra mascara and head out ready to wow the world (or at least, my husband) with my drop dead come-hitherness.

Now, I fear the excitement of those days is lost and gone to me forever. Because my husband suggested a date night plan that had nothing to do with martinis or celebrity sightings and readers, I got worked into a frenzy of anticipation like nothing you've ever seen.

"Tomorrow night," he said, "We're getting a Dyson."

A Dyson! A Dyson! We're getting a Dyson! I have dreamed of this day every time I've lugged our crappy Dirt Devil (Appropriately named, since it is pure evil and picks up no dirt at all- yet also has the miraculous ability to suck up a dropped earring or barrette from five feet away) around the house and tried to "clean" with it.

Ever since he made the date night proclamation, I've been consumed with fantasies of vacuuming. (Hairballs? Ha! Fall leaves? Bring 'em on!) Consumed even with what I'm going to wear for our big Dyson-buying date night. I kid you not. I want to dress up for the occasion, but the harsh fluorescent lights mean I shouldn't show too much skin. I'll probably opt for something kicky and domestic. Hell, I might even take my Dyson (My pink Dyson! Exclusively at Target!) out of the box and give it a test run right there in the store. Can you blame me?

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The object of my affection.


I realize I have crossed a line of coolness here that I may later regret, but for now, trendy bars be damned. It's Dyson time!

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*He looks how I feel.

Monday, September 04, 2006

 

How do I explain this one?

So I'm wearing a bit of a cleavage-baring top today (all right, now that I'm pregnant, my cleavage begins right beneath my collarbone and every freakin' top is cleavage-baring) and every time I pick up Baby, she tries to stick her hand into the little gap created by my, um, cleavage.

"I need to get in there," she says.

"Why?"

"I need to find that baby."

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Sunday, September 03, 2006

 

Pageant Shock

I did it. I went to a baby pageant yesterday. You'll have to wait for next week's Nashville Scene column for the details, but I will say that this man was there, along with his brand new 2-year-old protege. And if the video doesn't say it all, then I don't know what does.

Friday, September 01, 2006

 

Perfect Post Awards

It's time again for the Perfect Post Awards, a monthly honor given by bloggers to their favorite posts of the preceding month. This month, my Perfect Post Award goes out to the amazingly lovely and talented Grace Davis for her post, I Have Returned. She managed to uniquely and hilariously convey the abject horror of returning home to find that your teenager has thrown a party while you were out.

A Perfect Post

Congratulations, Grace! I only wish there were prize money involved, so that you could hire a detective! And now for the other winners... I encourage you to skip around, particularly if you see a blog you've never read before. This is a great way to discover some fabulous new reads, as well as check out the best from some of your old favorites.

Cheeky Lotus awarded Her Bad Mother
Old Horsetail Snake awarded Boobs, Injuries and Dr. Pepper
Petroville awarded Carbon Press
The Lovely Mrs. Davis awarded Wordgirl
Mom 101 awarded Bub and Pie
Life, the Universe and Everything awarded Whatever, Mom
Sunshine Scribe awarded Girls Gone Child
Antique Mommy awarded Blog Antagonist
Shelli's Sentiments awarded The Other Side of Dubs
Mama Tulip awarded Halloweenlover
My Float awarded The Ladies Lounge
Mary Tsao awarded Surrender, Dorothy
Fat Lady Sings awarded Wordgirl
Wordgirl awarded Linkateria
The Wallpaper of My Mind awarded Mom on a Wire
Jenny from Mama Drama awarded I Obsess
Black Belt Mama awarded SecondHand Tryptophan
Blog Antagonist awarded Kvetch Blog
Crazy Momcat awarded Karlababble
Thinking About awarded Wordgirl
I Obsess awarded Wordgirl
Queen Bee Confessions awarded No Diet Coke for Mommy
Mommy Off The Record awarded I Obsess
Fireflies & Frogs awarded Joy Unexpected
Miss Cellania awarded Konagod Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Pass the Torch awarded If Mama Ain't Happy
Six Kids awarded What It Is
Practigal awarded Interrupted Wanderlust
Unexplored Territory awarded Dolce Bellezza
Peanut's Mom awarded Queen of Spain
Her Grace awarded The Open Window
Queenie Carly awarded Gingers Mom
Bub and Pie awarded Penelope and Bumblebee
Masked Mom awarded Suburban Bliss
Mother-woman awarded NonLinear Girl
Two Okapis awarded Child's Play x 2
Lady M awarded Miss Zoot
The Mummy Chronicles awarded Diane's Rantings
Something Blue awarded Mrs. Chicky
My Life awarded Steel Cowboy
LadyBug Crossing awarded Straddling the Line
Barbara awarded Rocks & Garbage
Mysterious Lady awarded Dryden Is Home