I remember the first time I saw a girl in a meat dress. Long before Lady GaGa adorned her animal protein ensemble, I was a college junior in a Tuesday/Thursday Rhetorical Persuasion class. The professor showed a film made in 1979 by Jean Kilbourne called Killing us Softly. The film featured a former fashion model […]
The permission slip specifically noted “no thong bikinis” for the annual field day. A friend asked me if we received the same letter at my son’s school in the same district which, amazingly, we didn’t. A few other heads turned in the social skills class, prompting a mass cry of abject horror over who would […]
I don’t think I’d be rallying an iota as much as Sydney and her family if she were my kid. I freak over every little boo-boo and fever. I can’t imagine what they’re going through or HOW they get through it. But they have no choice.