Saturday, August 14, 2010

Miss Promiscuity 2010

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When the tragedy happened, I was not paying attention at first.

The entire event in general is not exactly my cup of tea. Cars to me look the same - they all are used for transportation - and I am particularly not so keen on seeing my fellow women prance in something that leaves little to the imagination.

I was not keeping track of details. I had the time of my life rereading Jack Welch. It was the hooting and the person who borrowed one of our chairs which made me realize something was going on - and that something was amiss.

And then I saw her.

Petite, pale, thin, innocent eyes, button nose, shy smile.

And only ten years old.

Wearing nothing but heavy make up, a shirt that exposed her midriff, very short shorts and three-inch boots.

Of all things holy.

No matter how many times they say that the activity is wholesome, it didn't change the fact that there is a ten year-old child in there, along with the other older ladies, working the crowd of older men like she's vying for Miss Promiscuity 2010.

No wonder we live in this kind of world with young parents who can't face their responsibilities properly. Like taking their children to appropriate places for appropriate learning.


I can only make my point across by leaving a note.


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