From Scott Hoezee
If you are an exceptionally astute reader of “The 12” blog, you may recall that in one of my first blog posts last year I mentioned my having become a “mall walker.” Most every morning I hoof it around our local Woodland Mall—four laps equals about four miles. On a recent circuit around this retail emporium I took note of some clothing on display in a window of a store that is known for hawking products that trend toward the outré. In this case there were several outfits in the display window that were clearly meant for children of a very young age. One pink outfit that looked like it would fit on a little girl of about 12-18 months had some writing on it. As I cruised by, I was able to read the words emblazoned on the shirt: “I Am Going to Out-Cute All You Bitches.”
As I told my wife about this later in the day, I marveled at the level of ignorance that would be required to dress up an innocent child in such an outfit. I’m not sure what kind of group it would be that would hoot and roar with laughter when parents showed up at a picnic or something with their child being a billboard for such an ugly sentiment but I’m pretty sure I would not want to be in their company. It’s always dangerous to be as judgmental as such things tempt me to be but something about this strikes me as being very near the sump level of semi-civilized existence.