Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Week Forty-Three: Is it the cows?

Week Forty-Three: Is it the cows?

This past week, a nine year old died, possibly due to injuries from a fist fight with another nine year old girl, maybe a medical condition, no one knew of. No one knows for sure. What was this fight over? That potentially killed a little girl? A boy.

There were fighting over who he would date.

There are a couple of things wrong with the scenario. One, they were fighting over a boy. Two, shouldn't the boy choose? And three: Why on Earth are two nine year old girls even concerned about dating? What's a date, sitting next to each other at lunch and holding hands at recess?

Seriously, I don't get it. I'm pretty certain I didn't think of boys like that at nine. Not enough to get in a fight over one. The real question is, why do these girls think it's alright?

Personally, I think it might be the over saturation of ridiculously pitiful role models on TV, who while older, attract a preteen audience due to the interest of the show. These 'role models' fight over boys, and are all about being 'sexy.'

They are, in general, about as sexy as a old work shoe. There's probably fry guts in the soles. Or that in the souls? Some of these role models, I would not be surprised.

Then again, people are hitting puberty younger than they have for a long time lately. Is it the growth hormones we ingest? Maybe?

That's the theory of some people I've talked to. I think it may be a combination of both, to tell the truth. The chemicals you feed you food have this tendency of entering you, and considering what the growth hormones do to the cows, I don't think they'd too good for the people who eat the cow.

Not a very long post this week, and I apologize. I just don't understand how small children suddenly became all about the opposite gender and being sexy. Nine year olds aren't sexy. They're nine. Go scrape up your knees or something kid. Enjoy being a kid, and don't be in a big hurry to grow up. It'll come soon enough, and in the mean time, just go have fun.

Run around, play hopscotch, jump rope, roll down a hill. Anything but don't go chasing boys or girls. When you're older, you'll understand that chasing them does nothing good, and you only get the bad. Just be patient. They'll start to gravitate to you, when the time is right for both of you.

One Final Byte: A Marie without glasses is a Marie confused.

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