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The other day daughter came into my room and stood in front of me while I was on the phone. What is it? I mouthed, while motioning the universal mother-to-child hand wave of: SHOO!! CANT YOU SEE I AM ON THE PHONE HERE?! signal. Daughter is unfazed by the hand wave. She is still standing there, waiting. Omnipresent. Daughter says, Do these shorts make me look sweaty? I am ignoring this silly question. Do they? Oh ok. I am going to have to attend here. Nah. I am busy; I am still talking on the phone. Do they? she asks again. What? What? I ask damn kids! I am going out to the store. She says, Do these shorts make me look sweaty? I still have no clue as to what she is talking about. Hold on I tell my caller. Sweaty? I ask. What are you saying daughter? I tire of this, NOT sweaty! she says. SLUTTY! Do these shorts make me look slutty? Silence. Slutty? Slutty? I ask. You are ELEVEN. There is no slutty allowed at eleven, sorry. No. No slutty. Seriously. Mom. She is dead serious. No, they are cute. Fine. You do not look slutty. I say. She walks out. But I am disturbed. This word and all its connotations and growing up female and her being eleven are going to call for a longer discussion than I can have right now. But I am thinking about it. What do I want to say to my daughter now, at eleven; about the labels females endure as they become sexual? What would you say if she were your daughter?
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