Ok, for those with a delicate constitution be pre~warned. I am going to rant about a couple of things that have been bothering me for some time. Perhaps they shouldn't, but they do. So I am going to talk about it long & loud & you can tell me I'm insane [nicely] because it's not bothering anyone & it's personal choice, yadda, yadda, or you can tell me why you agree with me & that, in point of fact, I'm not totally illogical & off the wall.
The two things are not related ~ except for one rather disturbing fact; they are symptomatic [to me] of adults who do not wish to grow up & behave like adults.
Do you remember [you may if you are as old as I am] when there was this really clearly demarcation line between adults & children? Short shorts for the boys, short skirts for the girls. Only men wore long trousers; women wore longer skirts. And stockings. I loathe stockings but that's beside the point. Adults got to stay up late & do interesting adult things like drink coffee & the after dinner port. Adults also did boring adult things like pay the bills & watch the news. Cartoons were for children. Not that I was ever real big on cartoons. I have serious issues with Tweetie~pie & wish that to put us all out of our misery Sylvester just got to eat him!
Now if ma wants to squeeze her size 16 figure into her daughter's size 8 jeans & pretend she's not lamb dressed up as mutton that's one thing. If she looks foolish there's a lot of it going round these days. As Rabbie Burns so happily put it, O wad some Power the giftie gie us,/To see oursels as ithers see us!
Adult cartoons, on the other hand, are another matter entirely. Starting with the Simpsons ~ which promptly got banned in this house, & is still banned to this day along with South Park, Family Guy, Ren & Stimpy, & all the others that followed along in their wake because, despite the packaging which appeals to most children, these are not children's cartoons. The humour is adult. The language is adult. The innuendos are adult. There is a lot of highly questionable content & context. That so many children watch these things surprises me not at all. That so many adults do I find more than a little disturbing. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child: now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things. Corinthians. The dumbing down of adults?
Put it down to taste. After all I don't like Monty Python either. I get him, I just don't like him. However there is an even more disturbing aspect to this ~ one of which I was blissfully unaware until fairly recently & one I would have happily remained blissfully unaware of; one, that for me, goes hand in hand with the deeply disturbing trend of dressing tiny little girls as down town tramps. Is that too harsh? I don't think so. If it dresses like a hooker, walks like a hooker, talks like a hooker I can be mistaken for thinking it is a hooker, yes?
So being rather unworldly & extraordinarily naive I had never heard of a *Brazilian Wax*. I had to look it up. Oh. My. Then some. Um, someone please explain to me why it is that grown women want to look like little girls? And what is wrong with the men who want their women looking pre~pubescent? Seriously. We have an epidemic of paedophilia in this country yet fail to celebrate women who look like women were meant to look, the way God meant women to look. This appalls me. I find it deeply, deeply disturbing. Children are children. They are not small adults. Adults are grown men & women who should act like adults rather than out of control teenagers with a hormonal imbalance.
And just recently, because I allow Star to get back issues of Dolly from the library [because no~one in this house knows the first thing about make~up & there are certain things she needs to know I can't help her with] there was a whole article on this. For teen girls. My head is spinning. For me me this crosses so many lines that shouldn't be crossed: the sexualising of our children; the babying of grown women; training our men in inappropriate ways.
Ok, I'm done. What do you think?