Stop Dressing Your Daughter Like a … - November 23, 2007 - The New York Sun

The princess had just graduated to a size seven when everything went to hell. We headed for our favorite department store, ready to take that leap into the world of 7–16. Bye-bye, 4–6X, I thought to myself with a tug of sadness. My baby was growing up.

And apparently into a prostitute.

“Where are the sevens?” I asked the sixty-something clerk who wore her glasses on a chain just like me.

“You’re standing in ‘em,” she said.

Oh no, I thought, looking around. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

“There must be some mistake,” I said. “These are, well, slutty-looking. I’m talking about clothes for a little girl in first grade.”

“That’s all we’ve got.”

“But these look like things a hooker would wear!”

She smiled sadly. “You have no idea how many times I hear that every day.

Okay, breathe. This is just some weird marketing experiment. Right?

I went into my second-favorite department store and was invited to peruse the awfulness that is Tweenland! A better name would be Lil Skanks!

Sequins, fringe, neon glitter tank tops with big red lips on them, fishnet sleeves, scary dragon faces lunging from off-the-shoulder T-shirts. Whither the adorable seersucker? The pastel floral short sets? The soft cotton dresses in little-girl colors like lavender, pale pink, periwinkle blue? This stuff practically screamed SYRINGE SOLD SEPARATELY. (continues)

Stop Dressing Your Daughter Like a … - November 23, 2007 - The New York Sun

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