This week has been strange. It started off on a sour note – I gave my dad the good ol’ what-for on Sunday and it, along with his response, left a fairly negative stain on the next few days. I have found as I grow older it is easier for me to bounce back emotionally. Between my dad and my brother I feel such a sense of betrayal and abandonment. Five years ago this would have kept me in bed. Now, it’s sort of like having a really bad mosquito bite.
Tuesday was a hub of creativity for me. I dug into a long term project that I’m not quite ready to talk about yet, and I also submitted a couple of TV pitches for consideration. That felt amazing – they’ve been on the shelf for so long, but I found a new submission route and instead of hemming and hawing, I just went for it.
This week I also started watching Toddlers & Tiaras. Yeah, not sure why, or how that happened, but I’m now at a shameful crossroads. I absolutely hate the parents (and make no mistake, while the stage parents are predominately obese white-trash women, there are definitely some dads who initiate all this pageant bidness), and I can’t really stand the kids, either. They’re spoiled, entitled, and irritating. But there’s something about watching toddlers with hairdos like Flo from Alice that I can’t look away from.
Then I see the parents spending thousands of dollars on dresses, fake hair, spray tanning, fake teeth (um, aren’t seven- year-olds supposed to be missing teeth?) to sexualize their little girls and make them look like dimestore Barbie dolls, and I just get sad. I mean, who dreams of their baby looking like a cheap hooker?
To be fair, I guess this little girl’s mom was aiming more for Vegas showgirl: