One of my favorite things about being sans kiddos is that I can spend a considerable amount of my free time judging how other people raise their children and comparing them disfavorably to my own imagined children, who would not while away the blissful hours of youth by shoving crayons up their nose and trying to pee on the cat, but would spend their time in constructive efforts like moonshining and exacting vengeance on mine enemies.
An excellent judging opportunity presented itself just yesterday when an acquaintance with two daughters in elementary school –each the smallest in her class– complained how her girls hated to go to a Hooters-type establishment because the waitresses wore such skimpy costumes, the implication being the mother (of whom I am quite fond in other regards) dragged them along anyway.
It filled me with a good frothy head of rage, but I seemed to be the only one. Aren’t there enough ways to mess with the self-image of young girls without having mothers hauling them to places where perkiness is a must, and I don’t mean in attitude?
So the big question is:
What do you think? For those of you who go to the breast n’ wings-style places, would you take your daughters there? If you’ve never been, why not?