Where did I go wrong? I bought her the tinker-toys and the trucks. I read her the book about how girls could be President too. I took her to work with me. I introduced her to my girlfriends, the lawyer, the doctor, the teacher, the minister. She even had a woman pediatrician.
And now she comes home telling me she wants to enter the Little Miss Dogwood Pageant.
What would Gloria Steinem say? What would my mother, the chemist with a Masters Degree say?
It’s official, I am a terrible mother, I might as well have smoked crack when I was pregnant.
My 11-year-old wants to enter a pageant. Oh sure, they say there’s a personality component, wink, wink, a call for world peace and a cheesy grin will probably be all you need fot that one. The important elements are the runway walk, the cutest eyes competition, the most photogenic award. and I bet my baby will clean their clocks when in comes to poise and talent.
I am about to become a pageant mother. I wonder where you can get a good deal on a size 11 evening gown and a used baton?
Does Sarah Palin give coaching?