I saw this style question on another site last week:
“Hello Sasha, I’m going to [a] concert – don’t judge me! I’m going to see Rihanna with some friends. I’m 40ish, I consider myself stylish, and I’m a size 8 with an hour glass figure. I have no idea what to wear to a concert – only because it’s going to be hot and I will boil in jeans!! HELP. Also, my daughter is going, who’s not happy that I’m going. Anyway, I want to look good but also not look like a street hooker or look like THAT MOM who is trying to pull off an outfit her daughter can. Know what I mean? HELP!!”
The idea of being judged for going to see a concert must have made me dizzy, because, for a split second, I thought this woman’s concerns were reasonable. Then I remembered that I dressed like this when I took my (20-year-old) stepdaughter to her first concert — Lady Gaga — in January 2010.
My stepdaughter was quite calm about the whole situation because she’s had a lot of practice being embarrassed by me over the past 13 years. It is every parent’s and stepparent’s job to humiliate the children to prepare them for life’s vicissitudes. Spare the mortification, spoil the child … that’s what I always say. Also, if you don’t make the children suffer, what will they talk about with their therapists? As far as I’m concerned, this guy from Utah should be named Father of the Year.
When I went to see Lady Gaga again in July 2010, I went for a “disco-ball Marie Antoinette” look, which I thought surpassed my original Gaga costume.
My stepdaughter didn’t attend that show, but fear not: I forced her to view my outfit pictures. Unlike the Rihanna-loving lady, I take my parental responsibilities very seriously.