The Kid has been invited to a "Spa Party! Hair! Nails! Face!" for this Saturday, at a "Community Bible Church!"
It's for the 8th birthday party of one of her classmates.
Not her best friend, mind you, but given that there are only four kids in her class, well, they're all friends, aren't they, more or less? And they all are -- all of them are nice kids, all of them are good kids, I like them all.
But what in shit is this, I would like to know?
Spa day? For eight year olds?
Hair? Face? Nails? For eight year olds?
Here's how you can learn to be an object? Eight year olds?
Yes! Time to be subsumed by the patriarchy! You're never too young! And in case you didn't get the message! We're holding it at the Community Bible Church!
I considered saying no -- the kid is eight, after all. Hasn't got her own car, couldn't find the Community Bible Church on her own if she did have one -- and I still might.
But she does have to learn what the patriarchy looks like sometime.
I might say yes and then lecture against it afterwards. That might be even more evil.
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