Saturday Pserendipity and I gathered our kids – okay, so we only have one each, anyhoo – we gathered the kids up and took them to the Jackson Christmas Parade and proceeded to have a pretty good time. We watched bands march, motorcycles zoom, snakes slither, dancers dance and horses prance.
Sunday, Lovegirl and I were talking about the parade and I asked what her favorite part of the parade was. Her answer? “The pretty dancing girls! I want to do that Mama!”
Hell no! I mean um, we’ll talk about that when you get a little older. No, I meant it – hell no!
Have y’all seen these dancing girls? I’m not talking about the grown women who are shakin’ for their respective colleges, I’m talking about the little girls. 4 and 5 years olds who belong to groups with names like Dazzlin’ Divas, Sazzy Stepperz, and Prancin’ Princesses. Skin tight leotards, bellies out, pony tail weaves in, sometimes wearing a full face of makeup. Shimmying and shaking and gyrating better than most grown women. No ma’am! I’m all for a dance class or two – ballet, jazz, crumping if that’s what floats your boat. But this other nonsense will not, I repeat, not be participated in by any child of mine.
I’m always amazed at the . . . differences in parades in different communities. The parade in our small city? Not a shakin’ girl to be seen. In Jackson, they were a dime a dozen.
Do you all have these types of dance groups participating in your local parades? Do you parent a daughter? What are your thoughts? Would you let your kiddo participate? What about when she’s older – if she chose to attend a HBCU, would you let her be a Golden Girl, a J-sette?