Snark

I’m at the bookstore.

There’s a nice (pretty) lady looking at some chick piece of publishing. I know that it is because it’s pink. She’s in her late 20’s. She’s done up nice.

Her daughter is with her. Probably about 10 years old.

Has her hair done nice, wearing a nice outfit, with the cutest the perfect little doll-sized replica of her mother.

And she’s reading a teeny-bop girl magazine.

Somebody please tell me why this doesn’t constitute child abuse.