The closest I have ever come to piddling away time watching a waste-of-airwaves show like Toddlers and Tiaras is catching snippets of it when it is made fun of by other shows. There is nothing cute, sweet, funny, or even the least bit sane about parading about young children decked out in heavy hooker make-up and ridiculous, outlandish outfits and fussy helmet hair. It reeks of a pedophile’s ultimate wet dream.
A clip played on a humor talk show Gary and I were watching, and after the exploited little girl did her expected thing on stage, the camera flipped to her pinched-face mother.
Gary commented that the mothers of these poor kids seem to always be overweight and talk with an exaggerated Southern accent, and it’s like they are forcing their daughters to do something they have never been able to do themselves. I agree. Just like Sunflower being corraled into cheerleading when she has said more than once she wants to try basketball, these kids’ minds, preferences, and individual opinions are shoved aside to feed others’ decayed and pathetic dreams.
Even the brief clip we watched turned my stomach. These little girls are not allowed to be human beings. They are treated like things, objects, possessions. Playing with make-up and wearing frilly dresses is fun for dress-up, but I can’t imagine any child wanting to be a permanent blow-up doll for her parents.
And who the hell is the audience for this crap? Who chooses to pay for tickets to watch little kids with make-up shoveled onto their faces perform circus acts in Gone with the Wind dresses and stiff, robotic movements perfectly choreographed by their twisted parents? Who is sick enough to find anything attractive or positive about kids being used to rabidly chase down their selfish parents’ wishes and dreams?
I can’t imagine looking at Dove or Sunflower and thinking, “You know what I’d like to do? Force these two to enter a beauty pageant!”
They don’t need judges, a stage, a scoring card, or the scrutiny of people with no lives to tell them if they are okay or not. I hope, for that matter, they learn to never depend on the critical eye of others, and learn to trust themselves, be true to themselves, to be exactly who they are and never listen to “Girls are this” or “Girls don’t do that”.
I hope the same for the boys: that they grow into their own unique selves and learn to value the judgment of others for what it typically is: useless and shallow.
Just like Toddlers and Tiaras.