Sunburn

I got sunburn today.  I guess that means it's summer.  Or summer-ish.

This is going to be a strange week.  It's the last week of classes/first week of finals at Cedar Crest College.  I work one of my odd shifts at the library this week, which means that I work all day on Friday and Saturday, and I have a number of odd tasks to complete this week, like selling back my textbooks, an optometrist appointment, a staff meeting, and my final orientation meeting for my study abroad program to South Korea.  Fun fun fun.

This past week has been one of introspection.  For no good reason, really, just various factors have aligned and illustrated (again) that my view of the world is different than many of the ones I run up against in day-to-day life.  Not to say that there's anything wrong with that (my views or the others), it's just interesting.  Not yet sure how to completely mesh my views with others into a working framework so that I don't go crazy every time there's a conflict of opinion (conflict resolution never was my strong point).  Which is kind of ironic, really, because I love making conflict and bringing up topics that people are divided over.  I guess that makes me a masochist?

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So, for something completely different, to give this post a little substance (and conflict), let's change gears completely.  What do you think of toddler high heels?

Creepy, no?  I mean, I get it, it's funny, but it also kind of makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little.  Like . . . can we objectify women/girls/little girls/baby girls any more?  Not like I honestly think a little kid who wears these is more likely to actually turn into a hooker or something down the road, but . . . I think it shows something about the parents.  What, exactly, I don't know.  That they might not take an adequate concern in growing their baby's mind as much as her fashion sense?  Possibly.  But, regardless, the idea of baby high heels still scares me witless.