Goth Girrrl


Rhiannon is a goth. The above image proves it. Part of our after-school routine is to play online dressup games which we find via her favorite search engine, Google. Now, on these dressup sites, there are subcategories for emo, goth, and, wait for it...goth princesses. No lie. So she picks these sites to visit. She built the above girl with one of them.

Her goth girls are always thin. She always picks out black clothes for them to wear, but typically chooses short, black kilts, thigh-high black leather boots, bustier or halter top, and lots of skulls. The finished products are usually blonds, but she'll choose black hair in a pinch.

Speaking of, we were in the grocery store and were in the haircare/cosmetics aisle when Rhiannon (she is five, remember) points to a box of hair dye. It's dark, dark brown.

"Dad, I want to color my hair."

Stunned silence.

"Dad, I want dark brown hair."

"Rhiannon, your blond hair is beautiful."

"Dark brown is beautiful, too."

"Okay. What about black?"

"Yes. Black is beautiful, too. But I want dark brown."

"Well, not today. We have other things to do and we only have a bit of money for groceries. Maybe one day."

"Okay". She is obviously disappointed.

Other indicators that she is a goth:

She adores Tim Burton movies.
She is pale, even in Arizona.
While she likes all kinds of music, there are just some days where the only thing that satisfies is a heaping dose of Bauhaus.
She plays alone in her closet a lot.
Her favorite girls/shows/cartoons/coloring all have to do with ironic loners. Or princesses.
She likes me to hold her upside-down.

I'm sure there's more.

Rhiannon. Cute. In a gothic way.

Andrew (Papa)