Posted on 01/24/2005 8:32:44 PM PST by MisterRepublican
I know this woman who has 3 daughters, 18, 15 and 9. When the youngest was 7 she was doing this cheerleading thing. The mother had the little girl show me some of the cheers that they did. One of them had this pelvic gyration thing several times in the cheer. The mother commented that it was soooooooo cute. I asked her how cute it would be when she was 13 doing the same thing? She had NO comment. But of course, I was being unreasonable and prudish.
This and one other parent I know wouldn't see anything wrong with this dress. They would also say that anyone who made a comment was just jealous.
upon seeing the dress the first words out of my mouth were
Holy crap!
Just say NO to allowing your daughters becoming the town
hoochie pedophile/jail bait
Okay...I'm confused here. Who else besides "girls" would want this dress?
ABSOLUTELY NOT!
wow...i sure would let my wife wear it... ;)
Hell no! And whoever is marketing this to young girls should be horsewhipped with barbed wire.
Okay...I'm confused here. Who else besides "girls" would want this dress?
Freaky male drag queens in a gay pride parade is my guess.
The decline of western civilization...part five.
Parents who let their daughters dress in that kind of attire are guilty of child abuse, imo.
She would need breasts first.
Only 60%? You'd never make a good pimp at those rates. ;^)
Denny Crane: "I want two things. First God and then Fox News."
When you have another prom could you invite me please?
Good point.
There is a big difference between showing a little bit of upper cleavage, which is nice to look at, but not whoreish.
Showing it all is just unseemly.
No way. Nope. No, no, no.
No worries here. Our daughter would not want to wear that dress, she has class.
That is really really hot, but it's much too hot to be worn around a bunch of adolescent boys...by my sisters.
Ten Rules for Dating My Daughter
My motto: "Wilt them in the living room and they'll stay wilted all night."
"So," I'll call out jovially. "I see you have your nose pierced. Is that because you're stupid, or did you merely want to APPEAR stupid?"
As a dad, I have some basic rules, which I have carved into two stone tablets that I have on display in my living room:
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure as hell not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them from your body.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to assure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place around your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, I am told, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for a movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process which can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful... like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
* Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. * Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. * Places where there is darkness. * Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness of any kind. * Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her Adam’s Apple. * Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay, too.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight, speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
And some people think that God is unfair, unreasonable . . .
to have scheduled the good ole US of A for some serious judgment.
Sigh.
THX.
This is all marketing tempest in a teapot.
The designer/maker found gold is just saying the dress is available. The fashion concious girls will go to the site and probably pick out some far more conservative dress. (then if dad is there, they will cover up a bit more) From one of the posts above the company does have more reasonable dresses which are not "club wear". They girls will be able to claim they bought the dress from the same company as the daring dress.
With that said its joke time (from readers digest pre-internet days)
Mom, Dad, and daughter are out shopping for a prom dress. After examining many dresses, the daughter wants to try on a strapless number. Mom does not agree, and so Mom and daughter are arguing back and forth while Dad waits in a nearby chair watching the debate.
Finnally Mom turns to Dad and says "say something!". Dad stands up, looks at the woman he married, looks at the little angel he raised and says "let her try it on, if it stays up, she is old enough."
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