Why are we so afraid to explain things to our kids?!
Jennette McCurdy, star of a show on Nickelodeon, has recently been in the spotlight for some racy photos that have surfaced on the internet of her in lingerie. They were discussing it on The Talk today and Carnie Wilson was guest hosting. Aisha Tyler had said that McCurdy shouldn’t be held responsible for something she assumed would be kept private (I agree 100%). Carnie shook her head and said “my 9 and 4 year old love that show. How do I explain these photos to them if they see them? She’s a role model to young girls and she should have kept that in mind.” (That’s not word for word but the idea was the same).
My question is, why are we so afraid of explaining things to our kids? Why do we expect “role models to young girls” to live up to a standard that no other 21 year old woman is held to? Jennette McCurdy expected that these photos would be kept private. What we’re really asking young women to do is banish their own sexuality, just in case our own kids might see it. If you don’t want your kids to stumble across images of a girl in her lingerie, monitor their internet and television. Otherwise? Learn how to explain sexuality to your children. It isn’t the worlds responsibility to monitor the things your kids see.
I have a daughter and I hope to be able to have open conversations about these sorts of things when the time comes. And I hope that I never shame a young woman for being sexual just because I’m too afraid to have a conversation with my child.
I had a crush on him. He’s my uncle but I had a crush on him. I really did, he was the sexiest man ever and I was 6 years old and I thought he was sexy. and when he would see me he used to get down on his knee and kiss my hand and it was very sweet.
During the mornings he [Brian] would take four-year-old Carnie and younger sister Wendy to feed carrots and sugar cubes to the horses that lived in a field down the road. When Wendy, then not quite three years old, accidentally sunk her foot into a bath of scalding water, Brian scooped his shrieking daughter up in his arms and sprinted her off for treatment at the small hospital across the road, with his wife and older daughter fast on his heels. The image of her father taking immediate control of the situation would never leave Carnie’s memory. “I was running right behind him, thinking, ‘That’s my big, strong daddy carrying Wendy.”
Catch a Wave: The Rise, Fall & Redemption of the Beach Boys’ Brian Wilson by Peter Ames Carlin (page 181)
Marilyn Rovell-Rutherford smiling for a portrait—she is best known as being the first wife of Beach Boy Brian Wilson (a relationship lasting between the years 1962—1979) and being the mother of Carnie and Wendy Wilson, of Wilson Phillips.
Marilyn has the most exotic features. And don’t get me wrong, Diane is very pretty, but she isn’t as exotic as Marilyn. That would be so cool if her name was Azalea or something. God she is so gorgeous.