So today when my girl got home from school, we plopped down on the sofa, and I said, "Let's watch What Not to Wear to get ready for our Clinton Kelly date this Saturday." Usually I say, "How much homework do you have tonight?" but we're T minus 3 days until Macy's, so, you know, who cares about non-fashion details. Not us.
Anyway, here is one reason I love Clinton. Today's episode featured a high school junior named Erin who was as cute as cute can be. As Stacy, Clinton and Erin watched videotape of Erin's everyday school outfits, Stacy and Clinton noted that her skirts were not exactly meeting the regulation fingertip rule dictated in the school handbook. At that point, they cut to Clinton who remarked pointedly, "Teenage girls are showing way too much skin ...."
As a mom of a teenager, let me say, "THANK YOU, MR. KELLY."
Case in point: It is homecoming at our high school this week, and that means 5 days chock-full of thematic dressing up to build spirit momentum for the big game. Today's theme was Western. I think. Or maybe it was Dalls Cowboy Cheerleader day.
As I sat in the parking lot waiting to pick up my daughter and her friend, I watched at least a dozen girls burst out of the school holding cell phones at their ears, wearing cowboy hats atop pig tails and cowboy boots with barely-there jean skirts or teeny-tiny jean shorts. I'm not kidding. I think these skirts were made of about four of those stiff sew-in patches they sell in the pattern section at Walmart. I honestly do not know how any boy or male teacher concentrated on anything else today. I don't think I'm a prude, but I was uncomfortable.
So Clinton, thank you, dude. "Stop showing so much skin" will be heard and accepted much more readily by thousands of teenaged girls because it came from you than from "just moms."
Why I love Clinton, part 2: My husband pointed this episode out to me, and then I saw it myself at a later date. No, my husband does not watch WNTW regularly, but it's usually on at some point each day. He has become a reluctant fan.
So one day Husband said to me, "You know, I have to say that Clinton Kelly was pretty cool today. He was encouraging this woman to accept herself as she is and stop comparing herself to other people because no one is perfect, not even people in movies and on TV; they are packaged and perfected for our viewing pleasure. And then, he asked her to touch his side, and said, 'Feel this? This is a roll. Of fat. No body is perfect.' I just thought that was nice of him to be that vulnerable."