About a week before Christmas, I was able to walk to work a couple days. My route has me passing by four different schools, one of which appears to be a specialized liberal arts elementary school (I look at it occasionally but never remember the name). In the area of this particular school, I began strolling a distance behind a mother walking her little girl, around eight or nine years old. This was a black mother and daughter and the little girl had her hair done in cute braids with colorful little beads all throughout. She was holding her mother’s hand and as they turned to cross an intersection, I glanced down and noticed what was on this young one’s feet.

I am not exaggerating when I say this little thing was wearing boots commonly known as “come fuck me boots.” Black leather-looking boots that came up to her knees and laced from top to bottom. Granted, she wasn’t wearing a skirt, she did have jeans tucked into them… but seriously! How is this acceptable for an eight year old? It simply can’t be. Furthermore, how can a mother feel good about sexualizing her adolescent child? :hmph:

The fact that I disapprove means nothing, really. I thought the incident was worthy of a blog entry, though.

I’m sitting in the Tampa International Airport awaiting my return flight to DC. I wish I could be here longer. The weather has been beautiful! It was 75 degrees on Christmas day! The temperatures all week have been amazing. I wish I could say I got a tan but I didn’t go anywhere to make that possible. I really wanted to go to the beach but my best friend had to work so we couldn’t fit in the hour and a half drive.

Unfortunately, I had to draw some serious lines with someone while here, which is never fun to do. She’s a good friend of my best friend and she’s great to be around, but apparently thought some “other” fun with her was going to be incorporated into my visit. She said beforehand that she wasn’t looking for anything to happen, but it seemed as soon as I arrived she went into ultra flirt mode. Ugh. Ok, so I’m an incorrigible flirt… when I like someone, but when I’m afraid the wrong message may be conveyed - like I was with her due to past incidents - I pull back and become a little standoffish and my abruptness becomes more pronounced. I have no doubt she got the hint, but that was after she spent two nights sharing the same bed as me and making little comments she obviously hoped would change my mind. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep all that well those nights.

I haven’t made any new year’s resolutions, really. I hardly ever do. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink too much, and trying to make weight loss resolutions never worked for me. The next four months at my job are going to be crucial for me, though. That’s what is left in my six month probationary period, then they’ll decide if they want to keep me. I’ve got some difficult tasks ahead of me there, too.

I was just asked by a foreign couple with a baby to watch their luggage so they could go to the restroom. Is it wrong that I said I didn’t feel comfortable? I feel a little bad for telling them no because I’m sure they just didn’t want to lose their seats. But with all the crazy stuff happening at airports nowadays, I don’t want to take that responsibility. They already left their bags unattended for several minutes earlier, which we all know is a no-no. I’m kind of surprised they asked me this time. Of course their empty seats were taken almost immediately as soon as they left. That makes me feel even worse. :blank: