Don’t grow up so fast, Alexa 2011
Yes, child stars grow up. I know this; I do. But I can’t look at Alexa Vega without automatically picturing her from the first Spy Kids film — which my older sister and I might have rented at Blockbuster a few years ago, but not without being embarrassed of our choice given our age, which led to a loud conversation at the register about whether “little Emma” would enjoy it, or be a brat about it, because “Emma” could be such a pill sometimes, like when she’d had that tantrum where she threw her Legos out the front door. We’re not sure the employee believed us, but we were pleased with our chicanery.
At any rate, Alexa was 13 then; she’s 18 now, and things happen when actresses hit that age (see: Lohan, Lindsay, The Leggings Obsession and Dilated Pupils Of). But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
And so, I tend not to like it when I see Alexa proudly showing off her baggy, oversized Mickey Mouse tank that would expose boob WERE HER BOOBS NOT APPARENTLY COVERED IN A GOLD LAME BRA, which is peeking out at me cheekily just so that I get hives. Seriously, that belongs on somebody at Spearmint Rhino. Not on her. Don’t grow up so fast, Alexa. There’s plenty of time for stripper clothes once you’re in your twenties!
At any rate, Alexa was 13 then; she’s 18 now, and things happen when actresses hit that age (see: Lohan, Lindsay, The Leggings Obsession and Dilated Pupils Of). But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.