Beezus came home last week with a goody bag from a classmate's birthday celebration at school.
Her teacher does a LOVELY birthday tradition for each child - they chant a special chant about the child's age, they discuss unique things about the child, and the teachers cook a special lunch for the entire class of the birthday child's favorite foods. Parents are permitted to provide a cake or cupcakes and favors/goody bags, if they wish; although the teacher has requested that they are all the same and not distinguished by gender (no boy toys for boys and girl toys for girls). On Beezus' birthday, we brought in homemade cupcakes and she handed out a colored pencil for each child.
Last week she came home with a Hannah Montana goody bag with little things inside and a Hanna Montana napkin. You know me, and so you will not be surprised to learn that I was disappointed. This child has older siblings and I know that different families are different and certainly families with older children are different and it's really not that big a deal, but still.
However, this disappointment was NOTHING compared to the outrage that I felt next when she said, "This is my rock star napkin, Mommy."
Rock star ??? ROCK STAR ?!?!?
"Hannah Montana is NOT a ROCK STAR !!!!!" I thought to myself.
Jon Bon Jovi is a rock star, Perry Farrell is a rock star, Bono is a rock star. Hell, even the Indigo Girls are rock stars compared to Hanna freakin' Montana. (Side note: my first Indigo Girls concert was in 1989 at a small ampitheater in Tuscaloosa, Alabama).
I was *this close* to going on YouTube and showing her videos of any of the LEGITIMATE rock stars mentioned above to clearly demonstrate what a rock star is and IS NOT.
See, so you think I'm worried about the influences of pop culture on the developing mind of my 5 year old ? That is nothing compared to my worry that she might grow up thinking Miley Cyrus is a rock star. Excuse me while I go vomit now.