This One's for The Children

As much as the mere sight of gauchos on a grown woman makes me want to blow chunks, I can deal with it because I know she consciously and willingly decided to walk out of the house that evening looking like a TJ Maxx pirate. That's fine. It was HER choice. But when I see a small child strolling down the avenue in gauchos, that's where I draw the line. That child is unable to purchase those gauchos herself, so that means that an adult picked those gauchos up at a store and forced them upon said child, probably with malicious intent, and certainly without any regard for taste. I had to restrain myself from calling child welfare and slapping the mother in the face with a pair of real pants. Instead, I held my tongue, walked on, and prepared to spend another sleepless night breathing into a paper bag and looking at the Spiegel catalog.

Perhaps I will find solace at The Marlin Hotel in South Beach on December 28th when TFH plays with I Am Stereo for Off the Radar Wednesdays. It's a free show for those who are 21 and up, which assures that there will be no children wearing gauchos milling about. That alone is $59.95 value. The rock 'n roll is just icing on the cake.

Maggie