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News : Pole Dancing for preteens

Specifically, girls nine years old and younger.

That’s the plan for a class at a Vancouver area exercise studio called Tantra, who also have a studio in Langley. There’s even talk of offering a “mommy and me” version of the class.

But I’m not so much interested in the specifics as I am at addressing the issues inherent in this phenomenon. These sorts of classes are springing up all over and so this is going to keep popping up in the media as people take their turns getting offended by it. So I figured I’d take a crack at it.

It’s not in dispute that the idea of little girls who are not even tweens yet taking lessons in a form of dancing invented by and associated primarily with strippers. In the sexual hierarchy of society today, strippers are considering to be only half a step above prostitutes, who, of course, are thought of as only one step above the bottom of the female sexual world, sluts. Loose women. Etc.

So any juxtaposition of strippers and children is going to set off a lot of taboo alarms in people’s minds, especially in this era where child sexual abuse, and by extension child sexuality and sexualization, is the moral panic du jour and pedophiles (and by extension, anything that seems like it might appeal to them) are considered to be the worst people around, bar none.

But taboos are not rational by nature, and are sometimes completely arbitrary or even harmful, so we have to ask ourselves : In the clean clear light of reason, do these classes harm the girls taking them? Is there anything worth worrying over, or is this just a lot of moralistic squawking with no basis?

I think it’s clear that the classes can do no direct harm to the girls. The pole is just another piece of the jungle gym to a little girl, no more inherently sexual than anything else in their basically innocent worldview. If they enjoy it, and get exercise from it, and aren’t asked to do anything but dance and have fun, then obviously the activity is as harmless as the advocates say it is and the fact that it offends our taboos by juxtaposition is irrelevant.

But that’s purely in terms of direct harm. There’s a lot more than direct harm in play here, and we can’t pretend these things are not there merely because they are unpleasant.

Sure, to the little girls themselves, it seems like a fun, harmless, nonsexual activity. But others are not going to see it that way and these girls are going to sense that. Kids have very good antennae for picking up how people feel about things, and often can perceive far more than they can understand about the world. They can’t grasp sexuality in an adult sense until they themselves go through puberty, but they can certainly pick up all the messages from adults in their lives and how pole dancing is portrayed on television to understand that there is something “weird” about all this, something sexual, and this could cause them considerable confusion and stress that a comparable course in, say, tapdancing or aerobics would not.

Also consider the way these classes are marketed to adult women : they are clearly marketed as something sexual, naughty, something to make you feel sexually empowered while getting a good workout. These messages will not somehow fail to reach the little girls as well, and while they might not understand it, they will still get that this is a sexually-related activity.

A lot of people are going to claim that these classes would somehow be a “magnet for pedophiles”. I’m not too worried about that. There might be a few unwholesome types who would lurk around and watch the classes if you let them, but otherwise there is no danger that somehow these classes will whip the local pedo population into a baying howling frenzy and they will descend upon the girls like rabid hounds. Most sexual molestation happens between a child and someone they know, someone with regular access to them, like a parent, a relative, a babysitter, or a teacher. Strangers who abduct children who do not even know them rarely enter the picture, despite what some sensationalistic media stories would like to tell you, and so the classes would have no particular impact on the likelihood of this happening. Add in the factor that pedophiles have a tendency to be attract to perceived innocence, and thus little girls who pole dance might, in fact, be less attractive to pedophiles rather than more, and I think we can safely ignore this factor as having little or no impact or relevance.

I do wonder, however, what happens when these little girls grow older, pass through puberty, and then look back on their dances of sliding up and down the pole in dancing class. Are they going to be embarrassed by all they innocently did in those classes? Teenagers are notoriously sensitive to any sort of humiliation, real or imagined. Are they going to wonder why their parents let them do something like that? All it takes is one insensitive question from a peer (along the lines of “Why did your parents make you take pole dancing?”) and it could be quite the traumatic thing between a mother and teenage girl.

To me, it seems like there is a small but real cause for genuine concern about indirect repercussions about this particular form of exercise for kids. Seeing as there’s a lot of other forms of exercise for kids that does not carry this sort of baggage, the simplest solution, I would think, is to avoid the pole danging issue entirely and simply sign them up for something else.

It does not, however, warrant government action. Perhaps, if there is professional association for exercise instructors and/or gym owners, that body could recommend against offering this sort of class. But that’s as far as I am willing to go.

But before we leave this topic entirely, I have to address this excerpt from the article in the opening paragraph of this essay :

“I challenge anybody who has anything to say about it being a bad thing or a sexual thing or ‘how can you let your child do this?’ to get up on the pole and try to pull their legs over their head.”

That statement is so appallingly irrelevant and ignorant that it literally made my jaw drop. Then I laughed. I mean, I know fitness instructors tend not to be taken from the brighter end of the gene pool, but this person has got to be a real prizewinner. Only someone of a certain special mentality thinks “Can you do this physical thing? No? Then I win the argument, so there. ”

Some people peaked in gym class.

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Cute : Baby Eating Watermelon

Wow, this kid really gets into it when he eats his watermelon! *canned laughter*

Now there’s a kid after my own heart. I absolutely love watermelon, it’s one of my favorite all time foods. To me, watermelon tastes like happiness. When I eat it, it not only tastes good, but it gives me a buzz of joy that lasts well after I’m done eating. True, that’s probably mostly the high fructose level, but still.

And it’s been that way since I first tried it when I was not much older than the little one in the clip. My mother tells the story of when I first tried watermelon. It took considerable cajoling and nudging to get me to try it, because I was a notorious “fussy eater” and it was like pulling teeth to get me to try anything new.

But once I tried it, apparently, I loved it so much that as I sat there under the kitchen table eating it, I was exclaiming “MMMmmm! Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!” the whole time.

Apparently, I thought watermmelon was “mmm-mmm-good”!

My mother likes the story because, of course, a) it’s adorable, but also b) she counts that as a rare clear victory in child raising. She got me to try it when I didn’t want to, and I loved it so much I practically sang its praises! For a parent of a toddler, the victories are rarely ever that satisfying.

Must have been like cold watermelon on a hot day.

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LOL : Mother forgets where she left son

She reported her 2 year old son missing in a local shopping mall.

Cops blocked off the shopping mall and questioned shoppers.

This went on for 90 minutes, until suddenly, there was a surprise break in the case.

She suddenly remembered she’s left him with a friend.

Can you say “Oops”? The moment she remembered where she’d left him must have been one profoundly embarrassing moments in anybody’s lives. The sinking feeling we all get when we realize we’ve been very, very stupid must have been so intense, she thought she’d fall through the floor.

Or maybe she wished she would.

Then this poor woman had to go tell the cops to call it off, she just remembered where she left him. That can NOT have been easy.

And rest assured, the rest of the community knows all about her little mental miscue by now. In fact, rumours have a way of spreading faster than anything else, so odds are, they knew before the press did.

So now she’s got to face all the people who will no doubt give her quite the ribbing.

White said it’s not likely the woman would be charged because she really did believe the boy was missing.

And hell, the poor woman has suffered enough. I think first freaking out because you honestly thing your little boy is missing and you’re imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios then suddenly remembering and facing massive humiliation is punishment enough for anyone.

I’ve mentioned before on this blog how I triggered a similar incident when I was a wee one by crawling under a bed and falling asleep. Imagine my surprise when I crawled out from under the bed to find the whole house in a hubub, with cops and relatives and neighbours milling about. But that, presumably, was nothing compared to my parents’ surprise at seeing me emerge from, apparently, nowhere.

I was, of course, immediately at the center of a storm of people asking me where I had been all this time. I was, to put it mildly, bewildered. I’ve been home. What’s all the fuss about?

But at least my parents didn’t forget where they’d left me. I lost myself, at least from their point of view.

Come to think of it, that was a pattern I’d repeat a number of times on my poor parents : they think I am lost, and I know exactly where I am and where they are. I had a habit of slipping away from them when I was bored and they weren’t paying attention to me.

Mom, Dad…. I’m SO sorry for worrying you.

But you have to admit, it’s pretty funny, in retrospect.

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Whoa : Luckiest 4 Year Old In The World

This kid must have the world’s best guardian angel. Either that, or he just used up all his karma for the next ten years. Because holy crap.

A boy in Miami, Florida survived a seven story fall from an apartment building balcony. He managed to open the sliding door to the balcony when his parents weren’t looking and fell seven floor to the pool area below. His fall was fortuitously broke by some palm trees and the pile of soft dirt and leaves he landed in.

He has some cuts and scratches, but otherwise, he’s fine.

His parents, presumably, have been through several lifetimes worth of emotions because of the incident.

But what about the kid’s psychological health? The kid’s four, so he’s definitely old enough to have clear memories of the incident for the rest of his life. I wonder how he feels about the whole thing. Seven stories is a long enough fall to realize you are falling and think a thought or two about it before you hit. so he had time to get good and scared. I wonder if he’ll have a lifelong fear of heights? Will he have nightmares where he’s falling, like we all have sometimes, but far worse? Or dreams where he’s flying?

Who knows, maybe he’ll go the other way, and become a paratrooper some day.

I can tell you one thing, he won’t be going anywhere NEAR that patio ever again.

If I was his parents, I’d brick that sumbitch up.

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Wow : Tokyo Drift Junior?

This clip is popping up all over the net, in either video or animated GIF form.

You have to admit, that’s pretty impressive. It’s like something you’d see in one of those auto stunt shows, only miniaturized. Not bad for a tiny girl still using her training wheels.

Ironically, when she grows up, she’ll have endless trouble learning to parallel park.

Still, I’d say this clip makes that little girl an Internet Hero of the Day.

Way to go, Tokyo Drift Parking Girl! You one one Internets. Um, for when you’re old enough to use one.

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Education : They Call It “Unschooling”

I call it “non-parenting”.

There’s this interesting yet horrifying piece over on abcnews.com about these parents who not only “homeschool” their children, but who do it without test, textbooks, marks, grades, or (IMHO) education.

I mean, listen to this :

They’re at home all day, but they’re not being homeschooled. They’re being “unschooled.” There are no textbooks, no tests and no formal education at all in their world.

What’s more, that hands-off approach extends to other areas of the children’s lives: They make their own decisions, and don’t have chores or rules.

Then what exactly do you do as a parent? You’re essentially making the kids raise themselves, something I have a little experience with myself. This isn’t a radical parenting philosophy, it’s an egregious abdication of all parental responsibility. Your parents are suppose to give you boundaries and guidance and rules because they have to take care of you when you’re too young to know what is good for you and what is not. Letting kinds do whatever they please all the time is, in my opinion, abuse.

Now I’m all for giving kids a fair bit of latitude. You don’t dictate their tastes, their talents, or their toys to them. Most of parenting is just keeping them safe and secure and out of trouble while they grow into whatever person they’re going to be. You give them what they need and then try to stay out of their way, starting from their position of total dependence at birth and gradually giving them more and more freedom until you let them go out into the world as adults.

But part of giving them what they need is discipline. Kids need structure in their lives in order to learn to structure their own lives. They need education so they are ready to be part of society. We all operate with a background assumption that everyone knows certain things and has been through certain things. Isolating your children from that is not doing them any favours.

I mean, check this bullshit out :

“It’s amazing when you broaden the scope of what you see as learning as opposed to worksheets,” the mother said. “There is no hierarchy in our house, so there is no punishment, no judgment, no discipline. They get what they want for breakfast and eat whatever they want. It’s all a matter of what feels right to them.”

Because as we know, doing what feels right always leads to really amazingly good choices. Our entire rational minds are completely unnecessary, and can only lead us astray. Just do what you feel like doing at all time, and life will turn out great! After all, that’s how the adult world works, right? These kids are going to be so ready for today’s tough job market.

And I’m sure, Mother Unschooler, that this approach seems ‘amazing’ to you, because it means you don’t have to do a damn thing. There’s a fine line between “liberal parenting” and “not parenting” and you are way, way over that line. I’m sure your life is remarkably free of ‘chores’ too. In fact, I bet you can go on with your life and career just as if you’d never had kids at all! Wow, what a miracle, and all you had to do was come up with the thinnest veneer of bullshit philosophy to throw over your complete and total neglect.

What’s next, “unraising”? “We decided that what was best for our children is if we let them go out into the real world and find their own food, shelter, and health care. That way, they learn to be independent at an early age, and we have more money for booze and drugs. ”

As you can tell, this is somewhat of a sore point with me, because I feel for these kids. I wasn’t homeschooled, but I was largely ignored at home. It was rare that I got any input from either parent at all about my life. My marks were good, so everything must be fine, right? They were certainly too busy, too distracted, and too tired all the time to ask me how my day went, or enforce rules, or impart wisdom. I wasn’t even allowed to talk at the dinner table most of the time. Only my parents were.

All my school years, other kids with more traditional households would envy the freedom I had at home. I didn’t even have to keep my room clean. To someone from a more traditional household, this sounded like total heaven. I pretty much did whatever I wanted. Watch TV, read, play video games, whatever. After age 10 or so, I even went to bed whenever I wanted. Wow, what a cool childhood, right?

To which I’d usually reply “I guess so. ” I mean, I knew enough about other kids’ families to know that their parents enforced a lot of rules that seemed arbitrary and inane to me, and that sure as heck didn’t sound fun. I’d hear about things like parents bitching to their kids about what they spent their allowances on or telling them what posters they could put up in their room, and that just sounded like crazy talk to me. So even as a kid, I could appreciate not having THAT crap to put up with, at least dimly.

But the thing is, freedom only seems awesome when you have something to compare it to, and I didn’t. It had always been like that. I was never a rebel because I had nothing to rebel against. I never had a painful period of separating my identity from that of my parents because I never really felt like my identity and theirs had a lot to do with one another. I can’t remember even arguing with my parents much.

In many ways, I feel like I was never really a teenager except biologically. Never had that first date, first kiss, shake a fist at the system period at all. No big sudden realization that the world has PROBLEMS and someone has to FIX THEM. No rebellion. Against what?

And if you’ve never been a teenager, are you ever really an adult?

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Cute : Baby Pleads Her Case

Technically, she’s up and walking so she’s a toddler, not a baby. But close enough.

Good job at sticking to your guns, Mama, because I probably would have melted like butter when she hugged my legs. I’m such a softy. I can be a strict disciplinarian on some matters but on others… *goosh*.

The kid is at a really fascinating age, where she’s up, she’s moving, she’s babbling, she is obviously observing what is going on around her, but she’s not actually verbal yet. She’s close, but not there. So it’s like an extremely clever animal that can mimic what we do quite well without truly understanding it.

Basically, she’s at the “smart monkey” level of development. She’s right at the point that a bright monkey, like a chimpanzee for instance, could get to if raised by humans.

But of course, she’s not a monkey, she’s a human being. And the developmental difference will happen very soon, when she starts to realize that the sounds we make with our mouths are made up of words and that some of those sound-words come up in the same situations over and over. Then she’ll try to replicate those sounds with her own mouth, and get a reaction from her caretakers (a big one, if it’s her first words, although she might already know a few like ‘mama’), and then boom, she’s on the path to verbal ability, abstract reasoning, and full sentience. Yay!

It’s amazing how intricate her pattern of babble and gestures is, though. It’s like she’s truly trying to justify her anti-eating stance, but on some primitive pre-verbal plane. I wonder if she’s observed people reacting to a dressing-down either in real life or on television and is mimicking what she saw there. If so, she’s quite the astute little observer to notice things in such detail.

Someone totally has to do a mashup of this and Phoenix Wright.

Oh, and the little boy is adorable too. “I ate my food!” “Yes, you’re a good boy. ” Suckup. :P

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WTF : Hire an Evil Clown for your kid’s birthday

But, if putting a padded bra on your little girl is not psychologically scarring enough, then you could always hire an evil clown to stalk them for their birthday.

I am totally serious. This “Evil Clown”, stage name Dominic Deville, will stalk and harass and threaten your child for the week leading up to their birthday, sending them threatening texts and emails, putting up notes telling them how he will GET them, making prank phone calls, and basically doing his best to scare the fertilizer out of your little darling and scar them for life.

As a treat! For the kid. You pay him to do this!

Now the article doesn’t quite make it clear, but I can only assume you TELL your child about this. Maybe not the details, but you tell them not to be scared if weird things start happening, that it’s all part of a treat for them, or something like that.

Otherwise, there’s like a million different ways this could go HORRIBLY HORRIBLY WRONG.

Giving the kid genuine psychological trauma is certainly the most obvious and likely one. But what if your kids calls the cops? What if he asks you to intervene on his behalf to save his life, what do you do, say “no dear, we’ve decided to let him get you. ” Ha ha ha. Fun.

Or hey, maybe you’ll have a highly proactive “Home Alone” kind of kid who ends up braining Evil Clown Boy with a paint can on fishing line or something.

Now during the seven days, the clown’s main mission is to smash the kids’s face…. with a cake.

If the kid manages to dodge the caking, he gets to keep the cake as a present.

No matter how I look at this, it seems like a bad idea. I mean sure, some kids will love it, but the potential disasters seem too plentiful to make it worth the risk.

But you know who I bet would really love this kind of thing? No, not The Joker, or John Wayne Gacy…

They all float down here

… yeah. That guy.

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Wrong : Padded Bras for Seven Year Olds?

They cannot seriously be surprised that this provoked outrage.

A big time British clothing manufacturer called Primark had drawn some heavy heat for introducing (and then hastily withdrawing) a line of bikinis for little girls with padded tops that make it look like they have breasts.

That’s just a wee bit inappropriate.

I mean. I’m no prude. When it comes to children and sexuality, I’m fairly liberal. I don’t think seeing a penis will somehow scar a child for life or anything. But Good Lord, people.

Sure, little girls might want to look “grown-up” in their bikinis, but the answer to that is a firm and unequivocal NO. You’ll get those eventually dear. For now, stay young.

And the thing is, they’re not the first to get in trouble for this. According to the article :

Two years ago stores such as Marks & Spencer and John Lewis were criticised for selling tiny bikinis to children as young as four, while in 2005, Asda were forced to withdraw a pink and black lace padded bra aimed at nine-year-olds.

Tesco were also condemned for selling a padded bra to seven-year-olds in 2008.

So what made Primark think they’d get away with it? Obviously, people are sensitized to this sort of thing now and they’re going to be checking girl’s clothing lines for appropriateness.

What’s next, padding up front for boy’s underwear?

Obviously something is going on behind the scenes here. Something is telling these big clothing manufacturers that this is a good idea, a way to put their brand ahead of the others. Some key bit of market research or other data. So they’re all going to try to be the first one to “get away with it”.

I remember being at a flea market once and there was a lady there selling T-shirts for babies. One of them said “I’m Too Sexy For My Diaper”.

WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG. Good lord, people, have some decency.

Presumably, this sort of product appeals to the same people who don’t want me to be able to marry the man of my choice because it’s “unnatural”, but don’t see a thing wrong with toy animals that poop Hershey’s kisses or pictures of cherubs peeing into fountains.

Normal people are weird.

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Hero : The Real Super Nanny

Today’s hero is a 22 year old live-in nanny who ran barefoot through 400° F flames and over carpet so hot it was “like goo” in order to save the child she cared for.

The nanny, Alyson Myatt,  was home alone with her young charge, Aden Hawes, all of five years old, when a serious far started at around six am. Or, as the article puts it :

But at 6 a.m., the house started burning down.

That, my friends, is a terrible sentence. It makes it sound like the house just decided to start burning down, you know, for the heck of it.

Nitpicking aside, our heroic nanny rushed through the flames to save young Aden, heedless of the danger and the very serious burns she was receiving.

Aden got out without a scratch, but our nanny Alyson has serious burns on her right arm, hand, and especially her poor bare feet from running over scalding-hot melting plastic carpeting.

Now people have set up a charity to help her cover her medical costs, which considering the extent of her injuries might be quite high.

One would hope that Aden’s father is going to contribute heavily to said charity. One would also hope that there was something a little extra added to her next paycheck. Like a car.

You can’t help but love these stories of true heroism. She obviously acted out of pure compassionate instinct. There wasn’t time for anything else. She just did what she had to do to save the boy and to hell with the consequences. She’d worry about those later.

And it turns out she was just barely in time. Firefighters say that if she’d been one minute later, the boy never would have made it.

My feet hurt just thinking about what happened to hers. Poor girl.

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