I'm in a crisis. It's funny, the things that come to you in a crisis. Things you think you remember but can't find any evidence of. And the headline for this post shows how I am already in the midst of a battle I am losing.
First off, I said "we don't show our bosoms."
And now I'm negotiating not to show them before 4:00.
Didn't Mammy say that in Gone with the Wind? "We don't show our bosoms before four o'clock." I can see her talking to Scarlet while the rest of the girls are napping and Scarlet has A Plan. Hence, she needs to show her bosoms before 4:00. Or was it 5:00?
At what time of life and time of day is it all right to show our bosoms? From the look of things on TV, as soon as you wake up is a good time to be showing your bosoms (note -- I am talking about low-cut frocks, not naked skin). Coffee and bosoms every morning on the news. And do hospital administrators really dress like Dr. Cuddy on "House"? My den overfloweth with images of overflowing, button-stressed tops.
A couple of weekends ago Lily and I went dress shopping for a dress for her for church confirmation and for middle-school graduation. (Didn't I already whine about this? Well, if I did, I'm not done.) There were NO dresses that didn't show bosoms. My child is 14. She shouldn't even have bosoms. I think she should leave them home in a box, under the bed. Save them for later. But no. She has bosoms and the fashion designers have plans for them.
They are to be emancipated. Yes, as soon as bosoms sprout, they are to be displayed, set free, let loose upon the world. Yes, the dresses are even pretty. But pretty doesn't equal appropriate.
On our very painful shopping trip, Lily picked out several dresses. Hmmmm. Lots of spaghetti straps. Dresses that were nothing more than bikinis with skirts attached. So I went through the racks (no pun intended) looking for more modest clothes (we were in major department stores, not your local Hookers 'r' Us), and they were not there. There are no modest clothes. We are all hookers now.
So, we tried to do the best with what they had. Lily looked stunning. Like a sexy 25-year-old. She'd have to wear a nametag that ready, "Sorry. I'm really 14." with any of these dresses.
We haggled. We negotiated. I looked back through the racks. There were two other mothers in the dressing room, and we were all having the same argument with our 14-year-old daughters.
"You're not planning on wearing THAT, are you?"
Why yes. And before 4:00. In fact, before I'm 16. Before I'm 18. Before your very eyes.
Well, one of the dresses was marked down to $12 and actually was lovely, except for the fact that there was no fabric across the bustline. So I told Lily she could get it if she wore a camisole. She agreed. And tonight she tried on the dress with a camisole. She said it looked terrible and made her look like a hillbilly.
Better a hillbilly than something else.
Hear that stomping? That's me putting my foot down. I'm getting quite a rhythm going. Pretty soon it will be a real 'ho-down.
I may have a new play, though. Something that will be a real game-changer. Okay. She can show her bosoms.
Two can play at that game. Or would this make it four? I, too, have bosoms. And I'm not afraid to use them.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, though some apples may have fallen a lot farther South than others. But you didn't need to know that.
Yes, I have a plan. Can there be anything worse than having your mother show up somewhere not fully dressed? And there's only one thing that will stop me.
"When I say, 'WE don't show our bosoms,' I mean 'WE.' You show yours, and I'll show mine."
I will win. This time.


I personally don't think it's EVER OK to show our bosoms in public, but then I'm old school.
Good luck, momma with the battle. It's a tough one - - - said with the experience of raising TWO daughters who BOTH show more bosom than I would like now that they are "free, free at last" from their mother's household.
Posted by: Indiana Keetha | May 29, 2009 at 04:44 AM
Cover them babies right up!
However, as for your plan....My friends' daughter insisted on wearing belly shirts - unattractively tight (especially on "ample" young women) and short with low slung pants. She thought she looked "hot". She and several similarly clad friends and cousins all went over to her Grammy's for a game night.
Grammy - in her late 60's, with a somewhat flawed physique - greeted the gals in her own low slung jeans and crop top (and muffin top).
The teen was TOTALLY mortified! Seems to me her dress code changed a bit thereafter...I say, "GO FOR IT!"
PLEASE let us now the outcome!
Posted by: groovyoldlady | May 29, 2009 at 09:25 AM
one of the few battles we didn't have --- when N told me in middle school that she needed a training bra, I asked her what she was trying to train 'em to do!
Posted by: lori | May 31, 2009 at 01:19 AM