over-drive

i am currently, for the first time ever, in the middle of watching every wonderful episode of grey's anatomy; it plays daily on lifetime and i have to often ask myself why in the world i never watched it before. and i go to thank the god's of television for women for bringing this to me and then a commercial for "dance mom's" come on and i am left with a very - bad! bad lifetime! kind of feeling.

if you don't know what i am talking about, be disgusted over here

i love reality tv. i love the jersey shore. i am all for trashy people getting drunk and making stupid decisions for the benefit of my amusement. i am all for those things because they are completely mindless shows in a life full of stress. i watch a lot of really bad television and i refuse to apologize for that. but dance mom's!? dance freaking moms!?!?! these women are horrible mothers. awful. to make money off of watching some nasty bitch scream at your kids is beyond bad parenting. it is bottom barrel scum sucking bad. i get that kids need encouragement and if they want to be dancers they need training, but there are dance coaches out there that can actually dance with your kids and won't be all screamy nasty mean face bitch like. gar. besides - kids don't belong on reality tv. assholes.

i hold the same issue with toddlers and tiaras, but on a grander scale. those women should be locked up and their adorable little brats should be retrained to know that 3 year olds shouldn't be drinking red bull so mommy can live out her twisted fantasy of being miss america. to me it really appears as if those crazy mothers want their daughters to grow up to be scantily clad head fucks, because that's where they are headed. little girls shouldn't be booty dancing in short shorts in front of a panel of judges for a cash prize of a thousand dollars - that's called stripping. and no, your 2 year old didn't want to to pageants, you did. and now your 8 year old thinks that the only thing that matters about her is her divatude, her trophies, and her ability to pull off showing her spray tan by showing as much skin as possible. you don't deserve children, ladies. hell, you don't even deserve a puppy.

i look at chunk and the thought of doing anything like that to her makes me physically ill. we are over-sexing our little girls at younger and younger ages. i never thought i would be such a prude, but i am. i want my baby daughter to be a baby, and then a little girl (a loooong stretch of that), and then a teenager. i want her to be innocent and adorable for as long as possible. i never want her to be one of those little girls i see walking around the mall in clothes that are barely fit for a night club. seriously! where the fuck are their parents!? how do you let your 12 year old wear a miniskirt? how do you look at that little girl and say, yep! you look like every skeavy guy in the mall is going to look at you like a tiger looks at a steak - good for you! have fun with your friends! NO. bad parents. BAD.

i know i won't be able to keep her from the grips of the katy perry's, keshas, and lady gaga's, but i will teach my daughter that not looking like them is more about self respect. i think that a lot of american's are obsessed with the royal couple right now because they are a refreshing change of pace from the "role models" our children have. that cathrine is a beautiful young woman with such grace and class. that is the kind of young lady i would love chunk to be. i would love for her to know that she can be beautiful without showing every inch of her skin. i would love for her to know that, as a female, she has more power in her mind than in her body. i would love for her to respect herself and have pride. i know that there is a lot going against me, but i am hoping just being honest with her and always talking with her will help her understand why i don't think that strapping on a meat suit and / or singing about one night stands in high school and / or just selling off any amount of self respect you have for a dollar are good options.

and as i finish this female centered post i look up into my tabs and the story i am in the middle of reading is "michele bachmann leads iowa race" and suddenly i think - mebbe meat suits have their good qualities. ugh.

i just shouldn't listen

i do not want to turn my new and improved blogging land into a space to discuss my political opinions, but i do feel a need to state my opinion for just a moment. listening to the radio tonight on my quick drive to the grocery store i happened in on a conversation between hugh hewitt and rick santorum where-in rick declared that planned parenthood has never cared about women's health and were only interested in abortions and eugenics. as a woman, a woman that has utilized the amazing services of planned parenthood since my teenage years, i couldn't be more offended. i have used planned parenthood for such a wide range of services including, but not limited to: birth control, plan b, advice, medical paperwork, and pregnancy tests (where they never offered me an abortion option, btw.) planned parenthood gives so many young women a place to admit that they are having sex and take the proper precautions to prevent unwanted pregnancies. they have been a safe haven for so many women and a friend to many more. i absolutely cannot stand sitting back and listening to a man tell people his opinions about a place he never even tried to understand. as women we deserve an option, a place, a voice, a fracking opinion - for hell's sake. it's such a maddening issue to me.

all that being said, chunk loved her some carrots today. it seemed as if the puffs really helped motivate her to eat and enjoy eating. she actually napped today, allowed me to sleep for 3 entire hours last night, and the husband and i are hoping that she will extend that to at least 3 and a 1/2 tonight. i feel hopeful. she seems to be coming around to a napping schedule. as a skeptic, though, i know that as soon as she gets on a schedule something horrible will come along to knock her off of it.

i love red wine. i love it a lot. it helps me tell my 3 year old, who is currently covering my glass patio doors in bubbles, that he is right in the fact that he thinks he is actually cleaning them. i just smile, try and hold back my ocd needs to clean the mess of bubbles off my windows, and then sip my wine knowing that it gives me sour grape comfort - for the moment.