Miss Bimbo: Here’s Your Throat Punch

miss bimbo logoI’m in awe of how far we stoop as girls, as women, and as people in general for a little attention. I mean, could we set the bar any lower for our children? This website, called Miss Bimbo, in my opinion, is one of the lowest of the low.

So I’m writing this post in response Kristin’s post over at Ten to Twenty Parenting. Her challenge, in conjunction with The Truth About Motherhood’s Throat Punch Thursday Series, is to band together to respond to this hideous display, presented to our youth, in the name of fun and fashion.

Dictionary.com defines “bimbo” as:

1. A foolish, stupid, or inept person.

2. A man or fellow, often a disreputable or contemptible one.

3. An attractive but stupid young woman, especially one with loose morals.

Does this sound like something you strive to be? More importantly, does it sound like something you would like your daughter to strive to be? Don’t have a daughter? Don’t fret, your son can become a “himbo!” W.T.F.

On this “fashion game” website, which boasts “2,865,250 registered Bimbos,” our daughters – and our sons – can create their own provocative images of themselves. They can dress themselves up however they want. They can wear as much or as little as they want. They can be bimbos and himbos!

Got a little bit of a mean streak in you? COOL! Because you can learn to fight cyber-style in duels. I don’t even know what that is because I felt dirty creating a profile so I could find out, but based on some of the comments I saw from users who had been in a duel, it’s what you would expect in this era of bullying and perpetuation of hate, fear, and negative self-worth.

So this is my message to the creator of this website. My throat punch, if you will:

If you want to identify as a bimbo that is your business. But promoting devaluing yourself to our and daughters (and sons) is just insulting, and a way for you to feel good about yourself. You are not building self-esteem. You are not building character. You are not providing an outlet for young people who love fashion. You are promoting the devaluation of our young, and perpetuating bullying, hate, and negative self-value. Somehow you missed the lesson on how good looks and knowing how to cat-fight don’t make the woman.  Or girl. Or boy. Or man.

Further, you are providing yet another forum where our daughters can post provocative images of, and personal information about themselves for the world to see. YOU ARE PROVIDING A PLATFORM WHERE THEY CAN PUT THEMSELVES IN DANGER.

You have a forum where you could actually do good. You could have real conversations about fashion and self-esteem, and make positive impressions. But instead you choose to perpetuate the hate and negativity that is plaguing our youth. Wow. Don’t you feel so good about yourself right now? Probably, because none of these girls actually matter to you, other than they give you a few minutes of fame in the cyber-spotlight.

Did you really need to prove to the world you are a bimbo by putting others in emotional and physical danger? Congrats. Here’s your tiara.

Some final thoughts.

Believe it or not, in the name of feminism, I struggled with whether or not to write this post. I felt like the only way to write it would be to agree with the website owner that she is, in fact, a bimbo. And even though we have all done it, whether we will admit it or not, I’m trying not to judge women by their appearance or intellectual (in)capabilities.

On the other hand, the website owner hits right in the heart of my feminism. To me, part of feminism is being able to reclaim what once was offensive, oppressive, and/or objectifying. I don’t feel like I can assume she is doing that, though. So, while I think it’s fine for her to feel like or be a bimbo, and I think it’s okay for me to agree with her, I’m pissed that she’s presenting this as an option for my kids. Our kids. This woman is objectifying and oppressing them in the name of fun and fashion, and that is a no-no go-go. And so I wrote.

A note to parents:

Please keep and help keep your kids safe on the internet. None of this would matter if we would all pitch in and do our jobs.

What do you think? Would you be okay with your kid being a member of a site like this?

Taxidermy, pink hearts, nose warmers, gator-feet, vampire slaying, and the zombie apocalypse on Etsy

Halloween Zombies by Elaine Griffin Designs

Yeah, we were zombies for Halloween!!

As I start writing this, I’ve been up since 11:30 pm because of the baby. It’s 3:00 am and she has more energy than I don’t even know what right now. What.the.hell. We’ve watched Dora. Lots and lots of Dora. If that isn’t enough to make anyone madd under normal circumstances, I don’t know what is.

I would not have indulged in Grey’s Anatomy and gone to bed at the late hour of 10:00 had I known what was in store for me.

I tell you all this just to give you a sense of where I’m at.

Which is why I’m cruising the interwebz while the baby empties the tv cabinet of DVD’s and generally destroys our living room. I give up. I don’t have it in me tonight. This morning. Whatever.

I never get to surf the interwebz just for fun and entertainment anyway. So thank you, baby, for seeing that I really needed this time. And what’s more, I’m going to bring you the top five most radical things I find on Etsy! Plus a bonus at the end for those of you bracing for the zombie apocalypse! You’re so welcome!

Did you know taxidermy existed on Etsy? Sheep brain. Fetal pig. Bats. No words.

I’m all about supporting artists and small business. Believe me. I am one. But let me give you a little advice, people. If you want paper punches, go to your local craft or fabric store, buy some cardstock and some punches, and punch to your hearts delight. It doesn’t take any kind of skill at all.

It never occurred to me that teens/tweens/women needed crocheted nose warmers. Why didn’t I realize this? DUH.

Gator foot back scratcher! Why the hell not!?

This one is for my mom. MOM, I AM SO GETTING YOU THIS FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY! I HOPE YOU MAKE IT UNTIL THEN!

For all of you prepping for the zombie apocolypse, I’m going to keep my eyes open for a zombie slaying kit for you. No probs. Until then, here you go, a print of zombie rules.

Oh yeah, happy Friday the 13th!

Hoarders: email edition

clean out your inboxToday I came to the most shocking realization of my life. I can’t delete emails.

I am an email hoarder.

What is with this? I save EVERYTHING!

Does anyone else do this?

Dancing, crying, flying monkeys and the Kathryn Ingrid award

Kathryn Ingrid Creativity AwardThe Kathryn Ingrid Creativity Award is seriously making the rounds! And now we finally have a graphic! If you need it, take it, or email me and I will send it to ya!

I’m proud to say I’m receiving this award from Emily from Coffee and Spellcheck. Check out her blog – she is awesome! One of the tasks of receiving these types of awards is to tell more about yourself. So here goes, my list of seven totally awesome things about me.

I don’t have anything against hunting, but it freaks me out. And I’m afraid to eat venison. Even though I know where the rest of my food comes from, and I know it’s way creepier, it’s still the norm for me.

Umpa Loompas, flying monkeys, and moths. Deathly afraid.

I dance and sing anywhere I want. If I feel it, I do it. I really don’t care what anyone else thinks. And this is probably one of the only times I don’t care what people think.

I have inappropriate emotions when I get overwhelmed with joy. I cry at parades. I cry sometimes when I hear Christmas music. This morning, in fact, I cried when I heard Barry Manilow’s version of Jingle Bells.

I used to call Barry Manilow Mary Manilow. And I love James Taylor more than anyone should, I think.

I don’t like breakfast food. Sometimes I like to have breakfast – maybe once a week? But that is pushing it. And I try to plan it, but I really don’t like and don’t believe in breakfast for dinner. So I save that for everyone else to have if I’m out during dinner.

When I’m rich I will travel. I will have a beautiful home on the beach. I will also have a classic mustang, a motorcycle, and a boat. I will hire someone to clean my house, but I will do the cooking. And I will buy whatever ingredients I want to make super-fabu meals.

I guess these aren’t too weird, right? But they are totally awesome! How about ya’ll? Do you have anything you want to disclose? Have at it!

When did Macy’s buy Justin Bieber?

I’m not going to sit here and lie to you. I’m not going to tell you that I didn’t enjoy the Justin Bieber Black Friday ad during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. I did, and I laughed. Every one of the one hundred times they played it. If you haven’t seen it, here it is. If you have seen it, please enjoy it again. You’re welcome.

I even kind of enjoyed the “All I Want for Christmas” video. But kinda I didn’t. Watch it, and then we can discuss.

First of all, when did Macy’s buy Justin Bieber?

Second of all, who was in charge of this project? And why did they forget that Mariah Carey is 41 and Justin Bieber 17? Don’t get me wrong here, because I’m not trying to slam Mariah Carey. She’s still hot. But shaking your ass to a 17 year-old is just…inappropriate. And weird. And inappropriate. And I don’t know about you, but I’m sitting here doing some super fancy math and my counting fingers tell me that if there were some very unfortunate and also inappropriate situations, she is bordering on being old enough to be his grandmother. Extreme, I know, but almost true.

Am I totally off base here?

I want to thank Nicole from her social network for bringing this to my attention! Go check out what she had to say about it!