I just left the following comment on Sarah’s blog. . .
“No one has climbed a tree at MY middle school, however I DID announce today to my 8th grade girls that I don’t wanna see their b**bs anymore. . .I don’t wanna see the tops of their b**bs, or the cleavage of their b**bs, or the bone between their b**bs, or the baby blue bra that is doing an insufficient job of covering their b**bs. The only b**bs I want to see are ones that are substantially covered by material–preferably something through which I cannot see either. And yes, I used the words b**bs and if any parent complains, then I will ask them why they allow their daughters to wear clothing that exposes the tops of their BRE*STS.”
It was actually only part of a comment, but seriously, if you are housing a girl between the ages of 11 and. . .say 22. . .and she brings home or asks to buy one of those tight-fitting, low-cut shirts, just say no. I cannot TELL you the number of exposed b**bages I see throughout any given day. These are spry young things that have it to show off as well. . .not yet ravaged by the stresses of time and gravity and nursing. I don’t know how the boys pay attention in class. . .they aren’t anyway. . .and they aren’t even when the girls are covered up. . .but give ’em some nicely rounded, exposed, tanned young h**ters to gaze upon and Katy, bar the door. What’s more, they aren’t even having to use their imaginations, so they just go straight to phase 2. And even worse are the younger ones who are not yet developed enough to actually fill out the tops of whatever low-cut thing it is that they’re wearing, so you get to see much more than you bargained for.
As ugly as those last descriptions just sounded. . .that’s how I feel every time I see another precious girl exposing herself to the other 1,499 students in our building. It’s sad.
So if you have a girl–cute or not cute–thin or not thin–just developing or way past developing. . .make sure she’s dressed for school. Sheesh.