Thankful for my boys!

I say it all the time...I'm so thankful I have boys!  No girls for me.  I don't think a girl would like me as a Mommy.  I'm not sure when it happened but I've changed from a cool, hip kinda gal to a judgmental old fuddy duddy.  Yep, that's me.  I don't particularly like the world these young women are exposed to.  They get bombarded every day with sex, sex and perfection.  You have to be skinny, you have to be perfect.  It's all an illusion on TV and in the magazines but try to explain that to an impressionable young girl.  It's just reality to them.  Then they are expected to be right the opposite.  Abstinence, a positive self image, don't do this, don't wear that.  I've seen what is in the stores.  If I see one more thing Hanna Montanaized or High School Musicalized...aahhhhhhh!  Then comes a new item,

Totally Stylin' Tattoo Barbie!  Oh, great!  Guess Barbie is having a hard time turning 50.  It even comes with a tattoo gun for the little girls to create their own "stamp".  Mattel wants to give girls the opportunity to "express themselves". 

I have to admit, I am torn about this issue.  It was very exciting as a little girl to get the prized tattoo in the cracker jack box; much more exciting than the plastic magnifying glass.  But did that make me grow up wanting and/or needing a tattoo to make me feel good about myself?  Nope, just a fond memory of a fun surprise.

My boys love temporary tattoos!  We have bugs and super heroes and all sorts of things!  That's how both my boys learned to count to 30!  (It takes 30 seconds with a damp cloth to apply them.)  I turned it into a homeschool learning tool.  Will they want something permanent in a few years, I sure hope not.

So, should we be outraged or just resigned to the fact that society just accepts things like this?  Are we all supposed to just accept people just as they are;  multiple tattoos, piercings, obese/anorexic, inappropriate clothing and a sometimes total lack of any self-respect whatsoever?  Anything goes, as long as it makes you happy?  Where the hell do these people work besides hair salons and tattoo parlors?  Would you hire someone with metal in their eyebrow, a stud in their tongue and 11 tattoos visible and hidden?

I guess I'll save my outrage for any future Barbie marketing ploys.   Maybe Crack Ho' Barbie with her own crack pipe and Pimp Ken.  Maybe Xanax Barbie with her pill bottle and pet chimp.  Or perhaps Silicone Barbie with her DDD (not much of a stretch) fake boobs complete with nipple rings.  Trannie Barbie?  After all, who are we to judge?  WTF?