I think I would use the word 'heartbreaking' to describe Meagan Daum's article, "Raunch is Rebranded as Confidence."
There are other adjectives. Disgusting, discouraging, or even perhaps, unsurprising or no big deal.
Read the article.
And as I read it, I wondered about the mothers of those daughters who train for Spring Break, who work out, wax up, and even save up for pre-break surgery: breast implants.
What were their parents telling them before they went?
"Focus on raising your alcohol tolerance, Sydney!"
"Isn't this about time for the nose job?"
"Sweetie, you'll do better during break about ten pounds slimmer. Forget studying. You should really go to the gym."
Spring break isn't something that just happens, that pops out of nowhere. These young women live in a culture (micro of family and friends and macro where we can snicker at Hilary's thighs and pass by porn dozens of times, daily) where hyper-sexualization can be a real achievement.
Me? Dr. Feminist Studies will be discussing this ritual and all others like it with all of her children, male and female.
Even at 9, Scarlett doesn't understand peers who "dress too teenager, with their tummy showing." She is not allowed to wear things that say "princess" or "hottie" on the bottom (or anywhere else). Better yet? She hasn't shown the slightest interest. In fact, I wish she would wash that sweatshirt she's worn for a week now.
And if 12% of these partying teenage girls felt pressured or coerced into having sex, as God-Buddha-Allah and Cher are my witnesses, my sons will be the young men stopping their peers if they see trouble. It's okay, Stryker. You can hit him.
Just a tiny bit worked up.