dcmom2b3
05-02-2008, 10:05 PM
So, this afternoon, while in the grocery store check out line, my dear mother spots a cover story on some rag entitled "Beat Belly Fat -- Start Losing Now!!" She snatches the magazine off of the rack, holds it up to DD (who's sitting in the cart, happily singing to herself) and says, "See! 'Beat belly fat'! That's what you need." To her granddaughter. WTF?!?
DD was 17 mos old yesterday. She's not petite, but is a proportional, muscular little girl -- 32" and 25 lbs.
I am proud of myself that I didn't punch my own mother's lights out, then and there. But into cyberspace I must shout:
BEEEYOTCH!! KEEP YOUR EFFIN' BODY ISSUES TO YOURSELF!!!!!
Or, if you must, direct your comments towards me, not the person humming the theme to "Elmo's World."
There, I feel much better. Thanks for the vent.
*****************UPDATE:********************
So I had the conversation with the wench, er, I mean mom, this morning, and it went something like this:
Me: You know, pls don't make comments to DD about her weight or appearance, if you have concerns please raise them with me or DH.
She: I was just kidding.
Me: Well even so, at the very least, it sets an inappropriate example of what's funny -- I don't intend for her to be a "mean girl," and it's hard to accomplish that when her nana (who she thinks is a total rock star) engages in humor at other people's expense. At worst it has a negative effect on her self image.
She: Her self-image will be just fine. [um, yeah, maybe if you're not around to damage it]
Me: [long womens' studies soliloquy re: cultural pressures on girls/women, importance of self esteem, de-emphasizing looks -- positive or negative--and emphasizing her character, empathy, intellect and substance, yadda yadda ]
She: "You've had too much therapy." [NIIIIIICE one, mom! Ever stop to think WHY I needed it?]
Me: "Well mabe so, but you've had too little. So I guess it's good that way, we balance each other out. BTW, did you take your meds this morning?"
[yes, my apple didn't fall far from her tree - that was a really mean thing to say, but I'm not really sorry that I did]
She doesn't get it. I shoulda' pimp slapped her yesterday and been done with it.
DD was 17 mos old yesterday. She's not petite, but is a proportional, muscular little girl -- 32" and 25 lbs.
I am proud of myself that I didn't punch my own mother's lights out, then and there. But into cyberspace I must shout:
BEEEYOTCH!! KEEP YOUR EFFIN' BODY ISSUES TO YOURSELF!!!!!
Or, if you must, direct your comments towards me, not the person humming the theme to "Elmo's World."
There, I feel much better. Thanks for the vent.
*****************UPDATE:********************
So I had the conversation with the wench, er, I mean mom, this morning, and it went something like this:
Me: You know, pls don't make comments to DD about her weight or appearance, if you have concerns please raise them with me or DH.
She: I was just kidding.
Me: Well even so, at the very least, it sets an inappropriate example of what's funny -- I don't intend for her to be a "mean girl," and it's hard to accomplish that when her nana (who she thinks is a total rock star) engages in humor at other people's expense. At worst it has a negative effect on her self image.
She: Her self-image will be just fine. [um, yeah, maybe if you're not around to damage it]
Me: [long womens' studies soliloquy re: cultural pressures on girls/women, importance of self esteem, de-emphasizing looks -- positive or negative--and emphasizing her character, empathy, intellect and substance, yadda yadda ]
She: "You've had too much therapy." [NIIIIIICE one, mom! Ever stop to think WHY I needed it?]
Me: "Well mabe so, but you've had too little. So I guess it's good that way, we balance each other out. BTW, did you take your meds this morning?"
[yes, my apple didn't fall far from her tree - that was a really mean thing to say, but I'm not really sorry that I did]
She doesn't get it. I shoulda' pimp slapped her yesterday and been done with it.