Did you know that Pepsi products like Amp Up are the leading cause of death in young men, causing cancer and early onset impotence?
Just trying to think up an appropriate response to their foul and disgusting new iPhone App, “Before You Score.”
The App allows men to identify the “type” of girl he’s trying to score with, keep a list of girls like the old-fashioned bed post, and share the details with friends – details like phone numbers, photos, addresses – like a digital bathroom stall wall.
I’ve gotten lots of mail about this. From mothers, from men raising daughters.
I’ve got a few ideas on what we can do to stop it, but they involve things like boycotting Pepsi products. A boycott on only Amp Up won’t really be effective – because it’s primary customer is young men.
Is it too much to expect young men themselves to be disgusted by this and stand up to Pepsi, chivalrously, on behalf of their girlfriends, wives, sisters and daughters? I sometimes get accused of hating men. I don’t.
I’m am disappointed in them for not standing up for girlfriends, wives, sisters and daughters when a company like Pepsi objectifies all women like this.
Male peer pressure is the most effective way to reduce objectification of women, violence towards women and child molestation.
My talking on this website isn’t nearly as effective.
I’m left with options like – Let’s go Mean Girl on Pepsi Co.
Twitter this and pass it around until they take the App down: Pepsi products are main cause of death and early onset impotence in young men, http://thegirlrevolution.com/man-up-and-mean-girl-on-pepsi/
Maybe some men will be persuaded to be less disappointing and stand up for the women and girls in their lives. Maybe some girls and women will demand some respect from the men in their lives.
The writer of Genesis makes it clear that in all of creation there is something different about humans. . . in some distinct, intentional way, something of God has been placed in them. . . a divine spark resides in every single human being.
Everybody, everywhere. Bearers of the divine image.
Picture a group of high school boys standing by their lockers when a girl walks by. One of the boys asks, “How do you rate that?” Then they take turns assigning numerical values to the various parts of her anatomy.
This scenario happens all the time, all over the world, every day. It’s a pastime for some. There are television shows and websites and endless discussions all devoted to deciding who’s hot and who’s not. It’s an industry, a form of entertainment, a culture.
And it’s everywhere.
The problem is that “that” is actually a “she.” A person. A woman. With a name, a history, with feelings.
Ainsley doesn’t think this shirt is inappropriate because it just looks like trees on a shirt, “how is that inappropriate?” She wants to know.
Which means I deserve a Gold Parenting Star or a Blue Ribbon of Daughter Raising. This means the seven year old is in the minority having not been exposed to Internet Porn or the E Channel yet.
When I mentioned the word “stripper,” she said “what’s a stripper?”
Go me! She’s sheltered enough to remain . . . what’s the word I’m looking for . . . . oh yeah, seven.
Suzi Warren, the creator of this TODDLER TITTY TASSLE T-Shirt sold at Twisted Twee reportedly spoke to Parent Dish, who was quoted on Stroller Derby, who was quoted on Gateway Pundit , and reportedly claimed to have created this shirt in protest to how the rest of us our dressing our girls.
“The Nipple Tassel t-shirt was designed as a response to my own distaste at seeing mini versions of sexy clothes on young children,” she wrote. “Five-year-olds wearing slashed mini skirts and boob tubes, little thumb-sucking Britneys.
“There is nothing very sexy about a baggy, lap neck, long sleeved t- shirt for a 6-month-old. So by embellishing this style of garment with printed nipple tassels, the result is not that the baby becomes sexualized by the tassels, but that the tassels are made benign and silly by the baby. In fact the more inert, innocent and unaware the infant is, the more ludicrous the contrast becomes.”
Of course, your kid doesn’t get to be naively, gloriously seven if you dress her in a shirt like this, “in protest.” The way the other parents point and refuse to let their kids play with yours will probably invoke questions. Inappropriate questions.
You know who I think this shirt is perfect for? Pedophiles.
You know what I think parents should do to companies who start offering products like these? (Along with their child un-friendly alphabet tea towel which reads “C if for” and has a photo of a Condom also reeks of pedophilia undertones.)
Hollister back to school t-shirts are inappropriate. They have sexualized messages on them.
I can’t even muster up any fake shock today. Sorry. Am I officially desensitized or just having an off week?
Jezebel can at least still muster up a paragraph of “gross and inappropriate.”
If we had half a brain we’d – as parents who buy their kids’ clothes – let Hollister, in this rough economy, go bankrupt. But I know us better than that now.
When I was 16 years old, I was stark-raving mad boy-crazy. Promiscuous, extremely provocative. My parents, my whole family, were fundamentally religious and I simply could. not. be. contained. I was hyper-sexual. However much my parents, my religion, my school pushed for purity and abstinence I resisted.
I wanted to attract. A mate. Boys. A boyfriend. I wanted to be hot. I was hot. I loved being hot. It was wildly exciting to attract boys. It was a total adrenaline rush to feel super . . . attractive and sexual. It was extremely stimulating to dress in a way that made my mother shudder.
Inappropriate, to say the least, from my current parental perspective. Inappropriate for my seven-year-old daughter and three-year-old son for sure.
Which is why I did not sit down with my young children and partake of The Teen Choice Awards. My kids are not a teens and they are not ready for this. I’m not ready for this.
In case you think the world has just ended because Miley Cyrus danced provocatively in front of other stark-raving mad, hormonally charged teenagers – just remember, girls generally come off this type of sex-crazed high once they get married and have children. Granted, this did not prove true for Britney Spears (yet). Still, most of us tend to come to our senses during motherhood.
I still love Madonna. A love born as a young teenager watching her be powerfully provocative and sexually experimental in the ’80s. Loved her then and love her now. How is this different? Like a Virgin, Papa Don’t Preach, anyone?
Just think of it as a Law of Attraction. It’s part of biological law that 16 year old girls are going to be intent on attracting attention to their sexuality. Once they’ve fulfilled their biological drive and reproduced they’ll see the whole mating-dance thing . . . as inappropriately as we do now.
What’s different about her sister Noah being photographed on a pole and her older sister Miley’s?
