Oh yes, you should have seen her. I so wish taking a picture wasn't so obvious, cause it would really driven the point home. I'm speaking of the Hustler Barbie and her husband that brought their little boy to the karate lesson this week. He was wearing a Hustler basketball jersey making it evident that he plays for Team Flynt. Who doesn't right? She was wearing 5" wedgies, it looked like she was literally walking on her toes. To complete the look she wore hot pants and a halter top. Her hair was three different colors. Platinum blonde, then mixed in underneath were black and red, bright red. It was quite a look let me tell ya.
Now, I'm not one to judge and I'm not making any assumptions about their character. I'm sure they're very nice people. However, when I'm in the presence of my children and the unsuspecting public I try to dress appropriately. Notice I didn't say anything about when my kids aren't around. Then I dress like a $2 hooker on Wednesday night when business is slow. You know, the usual. Clear plastic platforms, a thong and starfish pasties. But I digress, because I love to do that. I'm somebody's mother and as such when attending family oriented functions and any other time for that matter, I dress appropriately or at least comfortably. I spend about 90% of my time in a t-shirt and jeans/capris.
My point is, there are young, impressionable children around and in this case hormonal teenage boys. We all know that they can be easily distracted. Lord knows if I had a body like hers' then I would definately dress differently than I do now. I would still dress appropriately for my age and the occasion. I'm not 18 any more, but I'm not older than dirt either. With all of the messages about body image sent by society and the media, do we really need women enforcing to our young children that it's ok to go about dressed like that in public? I'm all for freedom of expression, and I certainly don't expect to keep my children from seeing the world as it really is. But, I don't need my 6year old son asking my why that ladies chi-chies were showing. Or why her husband had his hand on her ass while walking across the gym floor.
But, maybe I'm just bitter. Because even if I lost all my fluffiness, I wouldn't come close to having a body to dress like that. I'm also short so there'll never be any chance of anyone mistaking me for Barbie. I'm also frustrated because my efforts to lose weight have as yet proven to be unsuccessful. Yep, that's it. I'm bitter and possibly jealous. Now where have Ben & Jerry gotten off to?