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Abercrombie Kids...Whoa, is this for real?

I just finished looking at the Abercrombie Kids website. This morning CNN was talking about the scandalous swim bikini is marketed to girls as young as seven. I have to admit I was shocked by the removable padding. The frilly top is just as bad. It's designed to make a little bitty girl look like she has breasts. What in the world is wrong with people these days? I can't believe a kid of seven needs a push up with padding. What a disgusting, and tasteless, burden to put on a young girl.

I don't have time to really go into all of the reasons why I am offended and disturbed by the bikini line. All I have time for now is to ask you to go look for yourself. Imagine a little girl wearing that stuff. It is just a bit much in my humble opinion.

I believe little girls should be allowed their innocence. These little padded bikinis definitely send the wrong message. Why does Abercrombie and Fitch have to stoop so low?

California Styles Today: Trucker Fashion!

This morning on Good Day LA, I watched the preview for next fall's fashion trends. Everything is going gauzy, glitzy, and flowing. The austerity of black is replaced with metallic, shining, vibrant colors. Hollywood elite would be shocked to learn a middle aged lady truck driver from Oklahoma is sitting a mere 40 miles away glued to the screen smiling. I don't see how any of the new styles will blend with Peterbilt trucks, and Great Dane trailers; but, it's fun to dream.

Today I have an old white t-shirt with little sequins embroidered on seahorses. My jeans are ripped out at the thighs. It's been raining so I have on my rubber boots. They are decorated with red poppies over a sea of black. Don't laugh, they are truly cute. I look like a typical SoCal yuppie.

I bought my earrings at Sallie Sue's Gift Shop in Tucson. They are long and dangly with little crystals on the bottom. If you want beautiful stones, then Tucson is the capital. I don't wear eye makeup much anymore; when I get really tired, I rub mascara all over my face. I slap on the sunscreen, a bit of Bare Minerals, and some really fabulous bronzer from Neiman Marcus. Then I put on a cheap lipstick, my sunglasses and Paris Hilton perfume (yes, I love Paris). After I brush my teeth, I am ready to go just about anywhere in America.

On busy days, I don't even look at my clothes. As long as they are clean, and appropriate for the weather, I throw them on and ride.When I have to dock my truck at a regular customer, I like to look nice. I have a black jacket with me, and I will pull on some cargo pants or dressy jeans.

Most women spend their money on expensive clothes hoping to make some kind of an impression. I don't need clothes to do my talking. But one of these days, I am going to dress just like everyone else. I am going to spend major money on the way I look. Until then, I am going to enjoy Good Day LA, and keep smiling.

Powdering Your Bottom: Fashion Week

Twice a year Neiman Marcus makes it possible for humble women like myself to purchase beauty products and receive a free tote and samples. I almost always take advantage of this great offer. It gives me a chance to elevate my social status; no longer am I the simple and uneducated. I can powder my bottom just like certain (and they know who they are) simpering, egotistical fashion queens who purchase fifty-dollar flip flops from Steinhauser's.  Not only that, the internet and television is ripe with gorgeous new garments worn by the ultra-thin and beautiful. It gives me, who has never donned a pair of 5 inch stilletoes, a chance to dream and reflect on my youthful beauty.

I have never worn a gown; but, if I had...then I would not consider myself a queen. I would not sit on my throne and preach to the masses facts of which they are aware. I would not enter into issues having no connection to my regal post. If I wore a gown, I would consider the consequences of my words, the effect of their ring and tone. 

 I am not a queen, (just a child of freedom) but I do powder my rear end exquisitely, liberally. Neiman Marcus provides me with a good Jewish deal on all of my favorite beauty products. And while I powder, I consider the filth below my feet, the wagging lying tongues of old neighborhood gossips. I am grateful for the clean white cloud floating around my rear end.  I am happy with whom I am.