Child Beauty Pageants
I’m going to go out there and say it…child beauty pageants are one of the creepiest things on earth. They are creepier than a scruffy man standing on the outside of a fence staring at kindergarten kids whispering “come here my pretties, i want to lick you & see what you taste like”. Seriously.
I feel so bad for these kids! This has to be child abuse. Mothers/Grandmothers/whomever…just because you are now an attention craving fat ugly disgusting piece of shit does not mean you should try and live your life vicariously through your daughter. Don’t you DARE give me that “she’s happy doing this though” bullshit! ERRONEOUS! FUCK YOU! SHE IS NOT! Put on Dora the fucking explorer in front of her and watch the smile on her face! Give her some Bratz dollz and watch her glow! LET HER PLAY OUTSIDE WITH HER FRIENDS AND WITNESS THE ENJOYMENT SHE’LL HAVE!
Not to mention, dropping a few G’s on dresses? Make up? Hair? Lessons?!? You could build her a fucking tree fort palace with marigold round on the outside with a solid room that’s strictly a water bed with a massive aquarium for a ceiling/walls in the hallways with the same money!
You are not your daughters best friend! If she knew anything else she’d enjoy it and you’d be alone! SAD AND DESPERATE! like you fucking deserve!
I’ve got a talent for your daughters next pageant performance, let her show off her knot tying and rope skills! You can even volunteer! Get on a chair on stage (WOW! YOU’RE IN THE SPOTLOT NOW TOO BEAUTIFUL!) let her tie a knot, throw it around your neck…then kick out the chair and show everyone how talented she is that her knot skills kept the noose together! HOORAY!
Shame on you.