Weird things that bother me (and probably only me), Vol. 1

Let me start by saying that I'm not a prude. I'm really not. All the same, this bugs me:

Very young girls who shop at Victoria's Secret.

I work in a shopping area with a VS, and I see this a lot.

And a lot of people would argue (correctly) that VS carries a number of cotton-panty/everyday underwear options AND pajamas, for pete's sake.

And they do.

But they don't put back-arching/lip-pouting models in cotton panties in the commercials. Or on the runway. And those aren't what you see when you walk in the door. A ten-year-old has to walk past the tear-it-of-with-his-teeth stuff to get to the everyday stuff.

Witness The Date Collection: https://www.victoriassecret.com/pink/the-date-racerback. PINK is the part of the brand they gear toward younger women. Adorable stuff (I'd wear that racerback in a second), but the name is creepy. The connotation is Look girls! This is what you wear on a date!

We live in a hyper-sexualized society where girls learn at a young age that their worth is tied up in their appearance.

I just don't see why we can't let them be semi-innocent for as long as possible.

It just bugs me. 

Formal-dress shopping with mom

Granted, *I* wasn't formal-dress shopping with my mom, but this poor girl in the next dressing room at Macy's was.

Mother and daughter both had very different objectives for the dress.

And then, Mom said the one thing (loud enough for the rest of us to hear) that sent her daughter through the floor in embarrassment.

I think this is probably the best dress of the bunch. You can use it more than once. After all, there's plenty of room to grow in the boobs, y'know what I mean?

MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!

Hang in, kid. We've all been there. :)

In a world full of acronyms

WTH has to be my favorite.

Because you can actually say What The Hell in front of pretty much anybody. Are there ears/minds THAT delicate anymore? (Granted, I've been working in advertising for a long time, so I might be a little deadened to anything shocking.)

The Church Lady might even let you get away with it.

In the long run, Bless Your Heart is probably more insulting. Because, in the South, you can be as mean as you want, as long as you add Bless Your/His/Her Heart before or afterward. 

Henceforth, I expect to see a lot more BYH all over Facebook.

Let's throw caution to the wind, fuckers!

Oh, Cosmo

As I stood in line at Target, I glanced at the magazine covers.

When I got to Cosmopolitan, I had to chuckle. The magazine is geared to women in their teens and 20s, and there are always at least three headlines about how to please a man in bed. It's always been that way. It'll always be that way.

Blow his mind!
Keep him coming back for more!
The one move that will take him to the brink of death!

Whatever.

But what they don't tell these dear readers is that fellas (especially fellas in their teens and 20s) are pretty thrilled if you simply show up and are a willing participant.

For a lot of them, that's a mind-blower right there.

Also, there's a reason the positions in that mag are demonstrated by drawings. Real people who are not contortionists by trade can't get into those positions. Even if they can, once they're there, there's little pleasure to be derived. 

And the fellas who demand to be impressed by porn-star maneuvers probably aren't the ones you need to be with anyway.

But go ahead, Cosmo. Keep "informing" the youth of America and keep on amusing the rest of us. What else are we going to do in the checkout line?

My favorite bit of gossip from the last few years

"He's in an open marriage. But don't tell anybody. His wife doesn't know."