It was just a few days after my miscarriage in November that John Sto.ssel did a report on designer kids clothes. I remember wanting to reach through the TV to bitch-slap the
fucking whore woman who said "She's my little princess doll … We're dressing her so that when we take her out, adults look at her and say, 'Wow.'"
I'm saying "wow" alright. Her little "doll" will probably be anorexic by 7 years of age, and suffering from image issues for the rest of her life. Here's hoping the baby girl ends up full-blown Goth by age 12.
The shop owner even went so far to imply that by not spending hundreds of dollars for a pair of jeans, that the parents don't value the child. Really? Dressing my kid up in ridiculously overpriced clothing shows him I love him? Boy, is he going to be pissed at me when he realizes that I think he's only worth about $19.99 because I prefer to buy clothes at Tarjay for him.
I'll admit, I would like him to have nice clothes but obviously Nice is relative. I will spend more on my clothes, per piece, for myself than I do him. On the other hand, in the past five years I've spent ridiculously much more on his wardrobe than mine. The per piece issue is easy to explain. I'm no longer growing. I don't have to worry about putting on a pair of pants and sigh in dismay if they now resemble highwaters when a week ago they were dragging in the mud. Of course, that doesn't rule out the problem I occasionally have with just washed/dried pants that feel unusually snug the first time out. Surely it cannot be related to my stress and the perpetual need to assuage it with chocolate, can it?
I also realized that I will start "valuing" X much less next school year as he will be required to wear a uniform. I'm sure his fellow schoolmates' parents will be happy about that. Yesterday, I sent him to school wearing this shirt (click for details). When he came home, he was not wearing the shirt, but just the long-sleeved undershirt. I never really thought much of it until Mr. DD pulled it out of his backpack. On second thought, maybe it's not what they would consider appropriate attire for a Catholic school. Again, my sense of "values" truly must suck.
It's better than this shirt, I think, even if this one cost twice as much, effectively doubling my son's value.