My 'goth' stage melted into what we now affectionately call my 'Rock Kitten' stage, which is a little bit goth, a little bit rock chick, all Kitty! I got stuck in this one, and at 29 I'm still here and not going anywhere! I am always disgusted when we go and do the grocery shopping late Friday or Saturday evening. Young girls, many obviously no older than 14, and averaging around 12 by my estimate, are parading around at 8pm in what can only be a belt rather than a skirt, with the tiniest tank tops I have ever seen. We saw one over the summer that was wearing a black sports bra looking thing with a lime green see-through 'top' over it, along with shorts that were where they had no business being, and no tights. I've got a pair of Daisy Duke type shorts, but they cover my backside, and I'm not a pre-teen wandering the streets at night! Honestly, every time I see them, I just want to shout, 'put some damn clothes on!' If I have a daughter, she will NOT be permitted out of the house looking like that. As Mom told me (and did herself), girls can easily get the clothes and change elsewhere, but no child of mine will be parading around like a cheap hooker on MY dime. I don't care if she gets angry or has a tantrum... by the time she is old enough to be bothered, we'll be living in the backwoods of Maine anyway, where girls of that age still dress as they aught to. You've got to respect yourself if you expect anybody else to respect you.