The girls started off fine, chatting and eating their cake nicely as they spoke politely to adults when asking for napkins etc, but after their third fizzy pop and forth portion of insanely coloured sugary food they went f*#@+*g mad! The once nice sweet angelic girls now became every adults worse nightmare, screaming about the house being rude, aggressive and acting like they were full of cheap nasty speed. This behavior went on all night and at 5am i found myself becoming something i always swore i would never become, i.e a nagging adult. i was stood on the staircase threatening to call their families if they didn't quiet down "NOW!!" (fourteen hours spent listening to crazed kids screaming at each other like angry Banshees is enough for anyone I'm sure).
While me and the poor Mrs (who was by now ragged and pulling her hair out) found this slightly traumatic, by far the worst thing i witnessed was the sight of the girls all dressed up like a cross between Britney Spears and St Trinians girls in tiny mini skirts, wigs and tons of make up all singing the chorus of 'This sex is on fire' (i still shudder at the memory).
This vision was, to say the least unsettling and not a little horrific, and it made me wonder about modern kiddie culture, anyway, i put the horrific thought out of my head and when their parents came the next day it was all "oh, they were lovely, we didn't hear a peep from them all night" etc etc (it seems to be an unwritten rule that all parents know their kids are secret monsters but one 'just doesn't mention it out of politeness dontcha know'), after that we tried to put the experience behind us, which wasn't easy because we were still mentally and physically tired out over a week later.
The whole episode was finally forgotten until last weekend when i turned on the TV, as the screen spluttered to life i saw that a concert by Girls aloud was being televised, what i saw made my eye brows jump at least a foot. The 'girl band' were on stage singing away dressed up in what i can only call Prostitute's underwear, and while they sang and pranced about, pushing their boobs'n'bums towards the cameras and audience, with gyrating half naked men clinging to them and making sexual gestures, a giant screen behind them played the film Metropolis. The whole spectacle was like some perverse sexual pantomime, was i the only one to make the connection between the films theme of human bondage and women as sex objects? (there was no one to free these sex slaves that i noticed).
A couple of days later i picked up one of the young'un's teen girlie mags, flicking through i expected it to be the usual agony aunts and photos of teen fashion, but again i had cause to hang my jaw, this was no Photo love.
The mag was not only promoting the idea of women as sexually permissive chattel but it was outspoken in voicing the opinion that girls/women who are intelligent or do well academically were 'dull', 'boring' and no good, to be educated was wrong. the mag was actively promoting the idea that girls/women should make the effort to shun education because it was not 'cool' or 'trendy', they even picked out famous young women who had gained an education and belittled them for it.
The way the promoters of today's youth media and fashion behave is quite shameless in its promotion of ignorance and willed stupidity.
I have never considered myself a prude but even i recoil at the machinations of those who sexualise children for money.
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