Working Mum: Monster mothers and blinging babies

By Giles Broadbent on August 1, 2014 10:04 AM |

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By Tabitha Ronson

I am so glad that I do not have a daughter. I am not gynophobic and I do not advocate the Little Emperor Syndrome either.

But I do thank the heavens that I was blessed with Master A and not Little Miss B.

I was glued to Chanel 5's Blinging Up Baby on Monday watching little girls being primped and preened, transformed from naturally pretty tots into vampish Vegas showgirls all because their mothers want them to "stand out".

Their ambitions were fulfilled - but for all the wrong reasons. One mum, single parent Sophie-May from Canvey Island, allowed her four-year-old daughter Princess to have a spray tan, the pale skin of her little princess turning a muddy shade of brown.

The tot proudly showed off her tan line. In truth, it looked like she had been rolling around in the dirt. Master A often achieves a similar patina but I don't have to pay for the privilege.

Another scene had the Essex mum and mini me, dressed in matching Juicy Couture tracksuits and Ugg boots, having a manicure together at the local nail bar; Sophie-May announcing that her girl had her first pedicure at nine months old.

We also met unemployed mum Lianne, from Portsmouth, who is a fan of the American-style Teeny Miss Pageants, pushing her daughters, Bessie-Sue, six, and four-year-old Scarlet to perform on request.

Coming second is not an option for the girls because in Lianne's eyes that's simply "first place loser". So driven to ensure her little ones stand out, at one pageant she dressed her four-year-old in a Hooters style costume, tight white tee and orange hotpants, and whooped as the girl performed an "athletic" routine.

Other little madams featured in the programme will not set foot outside their home without false nails and eyelashes, hair extensions and designer clothing, shoes and accessories.

Whatever happened to simply playing with a Sindy doll.

Working Mum, fast-forwarding 10 years from now, fearing the type of high-maintenance diva who will be on the arm of Master A.

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