What is it with teen-age girls who have a deep-set need to expose their bellies and wear uber-low jeans in public? The weather is warm again in Vegas, and like every spring when the flowers bud, the flowering girls shed their clothes and go to the mall. Or in our case, they go to the Cheescake Factory.
Yesterday was the first nice Saturday we had since the fall. Hubby and I wanted to go to Kona Grill and sit at the outside bar and have a nice glass of wine and a salad. But no. Everyone else had the same idea. By the time we got there the place was jammed, so we walked down the block to the Cheesecake Factory, which is more of a family place. Every female under 18 was dressed for mating season. You would see less bellies at the beach. Maybe it’s Vegas, but not only do the girls wear less clothes here, but the clothes they do wear look like they are bought straight from the MTV catalogue, “Dressing Like a Ho-Bag.” Teenage fashion here is a weird blend of hippy chic, ghetto girl funk, and signature prostitute. We’re talking tall platforms, cleavage (both breast and butt) and, of course, bellies.
Either these girls have way too much self-esteem, or not enough, and whatever amount of esteem they may have is linked closely with their fashion. Are they proud of their bodies and want to show them off? Or do they understand that this is a way to attract young boys. If so, it’s sad that they need to be so overt. Can’t they just torture their objects of desires the way the generations before did, by acting aloof and tossing our shiny hair all about? Of course, you can’t blame the kids. Their parents are buying them the clothes.
“Here, Tiffany, here’s a g-string. Don’t forget, the style is to make sure the strap sticks out of the top of your jeans,” says Mom.
“Don’t you look hot,” says Dad.
Ugh, I don’t want to go there.
Girls, here’s a piece of advice. When you get out in the real world, and you go on your first job interview, if you must dress like a ho-bag, wear black. It says Professional.
