June 26, 2004

"Babydoll, What's with that t-shirt?"

Shopping with your best pal is bliss, especially when you have money, time, and that friend is a fashion goddess. (Thanks Kiz--everyone liked the Orient-inspired dress at work).

Karissa came over to stay for a couple of days and we shopped on Friday. While I will not fill this space with the intracacies of reunited friends, as important as they are, I will mention one very disturbing element of our shopping experience.

Babydoll T-shirts.

Everywhere tees, small enough to fit preschoolers, proclaimed sexual innuendos. "Young, willing and eager" was especially offensive. Do young women actually view themselves this way?

I know they want to look cute in these smaller versions of their Hanes and Fruit of the Loom cousins, but the lettering on their new pink tee has a message--one they may not understand.

Pre-teen girls, in that odd stage when one is between sizes, will buy from both the ladies' and girls' sections. If shopping alone, a ten year-old, hypothetically speaking, could pick a pretty rainbow-colored tee that fits perfectly; but what they don't know is that the number portrayed, quite beautifully in ROYGBIV, has significance beyond mathematical equations.

While I do think that clothing is a great way of expressing yourself, I also feel that the women wearing these clothes don't know the effect of wearing these messages, strewn, I might add, across the chest.

I really didn't want his entry to become a rant about the degredation of America's female youth, but that is what this has turned into. I do think that women are getting smarter about what they wear. I just fear for the girls that don't buy clothes with their mom's supervision. Gosh, that is sad.

FYI: I am going to get a blogger tee, and I want all of my blogging buddies to sign it.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at June 26, 2004 2:07 PM
Comments

I was watching the Today Show (either Friday or Saturday... the days are running together), and they had some big fashion person from Vogue talking about the return to modesty. Apparently all the rage on fall runway shows are more sophisticated, covered-up styles. I couldn't be happier. I would much rather be classy than have undergarments and body parts hanging outside of my clothing, thankyouverymuch.

Posted by: Donna at June 27, 2004 11:03 AM

The comment baby tees are completely out of style. Stores like Abercrombie and AE promote these stupid, sometimes offensive titles and they are beyond childish. When I was little, I wanted a different job each year... well I came across one year when I wanted to be a fashion designer and I would defintely not have the comment baby tees as one of my favorites to design.

I do like the blogging tee though, it says it all in just a few words.

Posted by: Firefighter Chica at June 27, 2004 11:48 AM

If only I could find a blogger tee in white so everyone could sign it. :-(

Posted by: Amanda at June 27, 2004 4:17 PM

We couldn't comment on your t-shirt anyway, Amanda--it'd be a breach of blogging into reality, which, might I add, is right up there with blogging portfolios ;^)

Posted by: Karissa at June 27, 2004 4:53 PM

The other day I picked up my 14 year old daughter at her mother's house. She sat down in the car and we went line dancing together. Later, we're out there on the dance floor when I notice there is a word written large on the backside of her shorts. The word was "DANCER", and I kow it could have been a much worse word, but I was still shocked.

Posted by: Paige at June 27, 2004 8:35 PM

Baby-doll tees are bad with their sayings of "You don't know my name but your boyfriend does..." and some of those shorts Paige mentioned are pretty terrible, too. I've seen little girls come into my workplace wearing shorts that say "sexy" on the rear. Sexy? Oh really? You're twelve--maybe that's sexy to some sick pervert...

Which leads me to what Amanda has found as a conclusion: WHERE are the parents when their children shop??

Posted by: Karissa at June 28, 2004 9:35 AM

I was not permitted to shop by myself at the mall until I was 14 years old. First of all, my mom was afraid that I would be picked up by a stranger. Secondly, she thought I would spend too much money & bring home these "types" of clothing.

Posted by: Firefighter Chica at June 28, 2004 12:21 PM

Your blog reminded me of a song from Aida, "My Strongest Suit":
(Paraphrase if there's some mistakes)
"In life one has to choose from a huge assortment of 'nausiating'things and good advice, there's health, diet and deportment and other pointless forms of sacrifice...Conversation...I am a doubter...manners, charms that's no way to impress so forget the inner me observe the outer, I am what I wear and how I dress...oh now I believe in looking like my time on earth is cooking with a polka-dotted dress or even striped, I would rather wear a barrel than a 'conservative' 'apparell'...because dress has always been my strongest suit..."

Posted by: Michael at July 1, 2004 6:53 PM
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