my milieu

Yeah, you read that right.

Here’s a quote from the original article that sent my jaw to the floor:

It’s such a rarity to find [pubic hair] these days in 10- and 12-year-old girls, and older girls. I need to check for it at that age — it’s an indicator of puberty and development, how much there is, where it’s growing. And now, I need to ask girls, if it’s not there, ‘Do you wax? Do you shave?’ Because so many of them do.

Dude, what hair are they waxing?

And it’s not just bikini waxes. Microdermabrasions, full body waxes, the works. The article mentions girls as young as 8. Granted, this is only happening within the upper class but it still completely and utterly disturbs me.

Our culture is currently obsessed (and has been for quite some time) with talentless, trendy, modelesque, spoiled debutantes and children of celebrities. I don’t follow their exploits but, really, I don’t have to: I am surrounded by it. Whether I wanted to or not, I know all about them. It was only a matter of time before something like this reared its ugly head.

So now mothers are telling their 8-12 year olds what little body hair they have is undesirable, and their child’s skin is not youthful enough and their eyebrows need a model arch.

These crazy ass rich mothers in pink with their stupid little dogs are now pushing their little girls into getting their prepubescent and barely pubescent bodies raped by spa treatments designed for women. I don’t think I even need to mention the potential damaging physical and psychological effects of this trend. And I thought I had Mom issues.

I’m thinking back to when I was a young adolescent (which wasn’t terribly long ago), and even though I did have some body image problems, they were never related to my body hair. Shit, at 10 I was still playing with my great grandmother’s mealworms.

I have so much pity for these girls, and that’s saying something because it is damn hard to inspire pity in me.

The pressure to look good is always there, but I think that with young children it rarely affects them until they hear it from someone close to them. And who better than dear old mommy?

The world is going to Hell in a Hummer.

Now that I’m sure you’re either incredibly depressed or incredibly pissed, here’s 10 reasons to work out that have nothing to do with a sexy body. Vanity be damned!