In a dark corner of my closet, I have a soapbox.
Today, I'm pulling it out.
One, two, here we go.
Dea had the day off today since all the underclassmen were taking the TAKS test at school. There are certainly benefits to being a senior and he was ready to have a day of R&R.
His dentist had other plans and he sat him in the chair for an hour-and-a-half cleaning/check-up/torture session.
I had gone to run some errands while he was being de-plaqued and I waited in the car checking email and returning some calls in the parking lot before I went to get him. The dentist office was certainly busy with kids and teenagers filing in and out for their appointments.
When I walked in to pick up Dea, the very first thing I saw on the coffee table in the waiting room was the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.
Not sure if any of you have seen this particular publication but it's essentially soft-porn with women in strings-posing-as-swimsuits and body paint.
Right there for all the kids, not to mention my teenage boy, to see.
Are you kidding me? It's the dang dentist office! You would think that the stack of coupons for free Sparkle Fun Crest Toothpaste sitting in the middle of the table might be a little heads-up for the office staff.
When you have a giant red toothbrush and smiling tooth as your decor, you might think about which magazines you're putting out as complimentary reading material.
And ever so nicely, after the kids had walked out to the car, I told the staff how I felt.
The busiest place in our 'hood, the business that isn't suffering with the recession, the rise in unemployment, or a decrease in our GNP, is the Adult Bookstore. It's packed 24/7. The parking lot was even full Christmas morning.
Aren't we inundated enough with images we don't get to decide whether or not we see? From billboards to the grocery store check-out line, my kids are bombarded with pictures that give evidence that sex is not sacred but that it sells and it's cheap.
Now I know I'm getting mighty comfortable on my soapbox this morning but the whole thing makes me so mad I could kiss a rattlesnake.
I spend the better part of my day trying to undo what is shouted at the kids from every medium from print to television. I could use some help in the battle and I'd love it if the guy who cleans their teeth would give a little more thought about the cleanliness of their minds.
Ok. I'm done now. Thank you for indulging me.
I have tucked my soapbox back into the corner and I promise something funny, or yummy, or both, tomorrow.