Read Dad’s Response to School Shaming His Kindergarten-Daughter
What do you think about this one?
Jef Rouner is your typical American dad. He'll do anything for his daughter: protect her, buy her the things she wants and the things she needs and gets her ready for school and sends her off on the bus every single morning. He bought her a long spaghetti dress that the 5-year-old wore to school. I mean, just look at his last tweet:
But, Rouner didn't think anything at first as he saw her come home and was changed. He thought she just got cold. Rouner vented his frustration at the Cypress-Fairbanks Independent School District in a blog post:
"Did you get cold, sweetheart?" I asked her.
"No," she said a little crestfallen. "I had to change because spaghetti straps are against the rules."
I'm not surprised to see the dress code shaming come into my house. I have after all been sadly waiting for it since the ultrasound tech said, "It's a girl." I didn't think, though that it would make an appearance when she was five years old.
Five. You get me? She's five. Cut her hair and put her next to a boy with no shirt on and she is fundamentally identical. I guess you could argue that a boy would not be allowed to wear a shirt with spaghetti straps either, but the day they sell anything like that in the boys section of a Target I will happily withdraw my objections.
Have you ever stopped to think how weird a school dress code really is? I went and checked out the one for my daughter's school district and it's amazing in how hard it tries not to say what it actually means. There are literally no male-specific guidelines anywhere on that list. I mean prohibitions against exposing the chest or torso could hypothetically apply to boys except that they don't. Not really. They don't sell boys clothes that do that. There's nothing that is marketed to boys that is in anyway comparable to a skirt or a sun dress. Essentially, a school dress code exists to prevent girls from displaying too much of their bodies because reasons.
I didn't pick up my daughter's dress at My First Stripperwear. It's not repurposed fetish gear from a store for very short people. It's a dress from a mall chain store in her size. It covers everything but her shoulders and a small section of her upper chest and back. She's worn it to church, and in the growing heat she was looking forward to wearing it a lot because it's light and comfortable.
You know what really grills my cheese about it? It's not even the shirt they made her put on over her top, it's the pants they made her wear underneath.