Last October 31st our family was vacationing in Walt Disney World. That morning our daughter Kyla had her hair styled at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique. She also wanted to wear her Halloween costume.
The “Moana” movie wasn’t due out for almost a month, but everywhere we went cast members and other guests called Kyla “Princess Moana.” Naturally we ate it up.
Recently Cosmopolitan lectured white folks not to allow their white girls to wear this costume.
At this point, you might be saying something like: “But, I dressed up as Jasmine as a child, and I’m not a racist!”, or, “It’s just a Halloween costume, please chill the f*ck out.” But one of the best things about time is that it moves forward. You should too. You can (and should) strive to be better than you were 10, 20, or 30 years ago. If you missed the mark when you were younger, maybe think about using this Halloween as an opportunity to teach your kids about the importance of cultural sensitivity. If your child’s dream costume feels questionable, don’t just throw up your hands and hand over your credit card. You’re the parent here, and the onus of what your child wears falls on you. If your kid wears a racist costume … you’re kind of wearing it too.
What a bunch of crap.
Columnist Kurt Schlichter lays the smackdown on Cosmo.
Cosmopolitan, which surprisingly still exists and probably will as long as there are neurotic chicks living with three other gals in overpriced New York apartments trying desperately to find a man who can fill the emptiness in their lives while simultaneously telling themselves that they don’t need to find a man to fill the emptiness in their lives, says this culturally appropriates stuff from Hawaiians.
Let’s leave aside the notion that anyone anywhere should ever take child-rearing advice from those who put people like Miley Cyrus on the cover as a role model with the injunction to “Sex Up Your Holidays” – decking the halls never seemed so infectious. Instead, let’s simply savor the sheer stupidity of this new obsession.
I don’t care what the SJWs (Social Justice Warriors) say, think, or do. When they demand that I conform to their dictates, I’ve got a counter-offer.
How about I do exactly what I want and you stand there and suck it up?
Schlichter’s column is beautiful.