Yesterday I went to Subway. As I waited in line to place my delicious order, I noticed a group of 8 high school age girls crammed into a booth. I first noticed how "done-up" they were (compared to my t-shirt and jeans and maybe a little mascara high school look), hair done, make-up, clothes, accessories. Then I listened to them. I could not believe how disrespectful, and just plain mean, they were to each other. Presumably, they were treating their friends this way; a way in which I would not treat my worst enemy (not that I have any :) ). I left Subway vowing to do my best to raise Olivia in such a way that she would not treat others this way.
Today we received our book order through daycare. I don't know about you, but I LOVED book orders growing up, and I still get giddy when I find them in our daycare bag. I had ordered both kids a few new books to spruce up our library. Olivia was stoked to read one of her books, that came in a set of 3, before bed tonight: Pinkalicious, Goldalicious, and Purplicious. All look like adorable stories about a little girl...and I ordered them because someone had told me how cute they were. Olivia picked out Purplicious for tonight's bedtime book, and I excitedly started reading our new book:
"What are you painting?" asked Kendra.
"A picture of a sunset," I said.
"EWWW, it's soooo ugly. Pinkalicious, why does everything you paint have to have pink in it?" asked Tara.
"Because pink is my favorite color, " I answered.
"Don't you know, pink is passe. Passe is French for 'over,'"said Brittany. "The new color is black. All the girls like black now."
I stopped reading. I don't believe in throwing books away, but this book will NOT be in our library. It's no wonder girls now days treat each other the way they do.
