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Before I had kids of my own, I knew exactly how I would parent my future offspring. I would be loving but firm, and they would be perfectly dressed, coiffed and behaved at all times. (Also they would sleep through the night from the beginning, watch TV only on special occasions and never pierce anything but their ears.) And then I actually had children and all hell broke loose and I realized I didn’t have nearly as much control over most of the madness as I had hoped. I will never judge another mom until I drive a mile in her minivan, I swore.
Today I had a deep urge to break that vow, when I saw photos of a crimson-lipped Coco Arquette trotting about West Hollywood with her ever-chic mom, Courteney Cox. I’m far (like continents away) from prudish, but does anyone else think bright red lipstick, on a seven year old, in public, is just the tiniest bit twisted? Yes, little girls love to dress up and experiment with the mystifying trappings of adulthood—mine routinely beg for access to my makeup and accessory drawers—but our rule is that stuff stays inside the house, period.
Childhood is short enough (even outside of Hollyweird, where apparently it lasts about as long as a Brazilian Blowout). Why glamorize or sexualize our little girls any earlier than it’s bound to happen anyway? Why give in to the messages that they aren’t pretty enough with the perfect, youthful features they have (the ones us grown-up gals are desperately and usually in vain trying to recreate with makeup)? More importantly, why let your kids call all of the shots? (Cox told Harper’s Bazaar little Coco tells her not to wear red lipstick. Ahem. This comes a week after Coco debuted mom-sanctioned purple and blue highlights in her hair.)
I’m sure I'm overreacting (probably because the last thing I want is for my own daughters to see these pictures and annoy me to death with a resounding chorus of “But Coco's allowed to do it!”), but I am officially not a fan of this move. There, I said it.