Aaron and I had this conversation after dinner last night:
Aaron: So, I guess instead of using a backpack, Maddy is using a bag with "Hollister" on the front of it. (Let me clarify- he used the word "bag", when really, it is a "tote")
Me: Yeah, I saw it. Sami gave it to her for her birthday.
Aaron: Do you really think she should be carrying anything around that says Hollister on it?
Me: Why shouldn't she? (with my eyebrows trying to furrow, but unable to because of the Botox- this is a moment when I can't exactly express my true facial emotion.)
Aaron: Because some boy is going to see that she has a Hollister "bag" (tote) and think that she likes to hang out in the dark corners of Hollister! You've been in that store. You know what it's like. It's dark. Who knows what is going on in there!
Me: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You should blog about that. (He refuses to blog about anything, by the way.)
But I wonder... does he have a point? I mean, he's a guy. He was in Jr. High once. I used an Esprit book bag when I was in Jr High, but I lived in Bakersfield and didn't have a local Esprit store... and I'm pretty sure Esprit didn't have dark corners or guys in it. It's just for chicks, right? Or it was. I don't know what happened to that place... but back to Aaron, and Hollister's dark corners, and the tote.
I think he's overreacting. But then again, she did have a boyfriend, which to her doesn't mean anything more than they "like" each other. And I know what she means. When I was her age, I "went with" Dan Nilsson, for 2 weeks. We didn't talk at all during our short lived relationship. And we didn't have cell phones to text, or e-mails to exchange to help profess our "like" for each other. And then one day he called to break up with me. And I cried until my mom told me to get over it. "Boys aren't worth crying over" she said. So I stopped. And then didn't have another "boyfriend" until I was 16. But he was away at school the entire time he was my boyfriend, so I never saw him anyway.
But my point in telling Maddy about my experience in this area, was to say "It's better to have LOTS of friends that are boys, so when you are 16, you can date LOTS of boys, and get to know LOTS of different people, personalities... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."
All the while she is doodling on a piece of paper.
"Are you even listening to me?" I asked.
Maddy: Yeah (while continuing her masterpiece)
Me: I just love you and want you to be happy, blah, blah, blah...
Maddy: Good night, love you too.
As a mom, you hope and pray that your kids listen to you. As a step-mom, you hope and pray that they listen to you AND wonder if all they are hearing is "blah, blah, blah..."
But the dark corners of Hollister? I'd rather ground her from the mall, than take away her favorite tote. And she is TOTALLY grounded from ever visiting their website. Pictures of 12 year olds kissing are so sick!