Thursday, April 15, 2010


You might well ask: what was this company thinking?

But the bigger question is this: why the fuck do parents buy this kind of crap for their very young daughters? And why do these same assholes (and their next-door neighbours) continue to purchase  t-shirts with suggestive -- and by that I mean sexual -- slogans for their little girls?  What the hell is wrong with people?  Bras, tank tops, makeup, spaghetti strap skimpery on little kids.  Kee-rist. Why not go the whole way and get wee Molly a nifty dildo and a cheeky, ass-cheek tattoo for her seventh birthday?

Childhood used to stretch until adolescence.  These days, it's eleven and twelve-year-olds with stretch marks.

Llewellen: I need a beer. And I need it now, son.

Next week: How we've fucked up boys.

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