Monthly Archives: November 2010

Bakewell’s Tarts!

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The recent furore around the Pope‘s comments on condoms, prompted some heated public debate and consequently, all the associated excessive media coverage, as usual…

It wasn’t the actual subject matter that interested me, it wasn’t the rights and wrongs of contraception or even any mortality guff about procreation outside of wedlock, it was a side issue that really caught my eye.

It was also (loosely) subject to a debate on the Alan Tichmarsh show the other day when they discussed the British Ladette phenomenon. Joan Bakewell also highlighted the point in A Point of View when she said; “Sex, in every sense, is leaving some huge global institutions challenged and troubled, and causing them to adjust their perspectives”. (Read more)

When I see the little girls, tottering around in their high heels, micro-shorts or pelmet-skirts, I have to smile. It’s not that I’m a pervert but if I didn’t smile at how stupid they look, I would actually have to cry, this is what the media and overt commercialism has done to our children.

It’s not the sexual nature of the circumstances, it’s about the sexualisation of youth (in particular girls) and, the fact that kids posses adult expectations, without the necessary maturity to make any informed decisions about the choices they are making. An issue that Bakewell also addressed earlier this year, when she criticised the side effects of the sexual revolution of the 1960s by saying:

“I never thought I would hear myself say as much, but I’m with Mrs Whitehouse on this one. The liberal mood back in the 60s was that sex was pleasurable and wholesome and shouldn’t be seen as dirty and wicked. The Pill allowed women to make choices for themselves. Of course, that meant the risk of making the wrong choice. But we all hoped girls would grow to handle the new freedoms wisely. Then everything came to be about money: so now sex is about money, too. Why else sexualise the clothes of little girls, run TV channels of naked wives, have sex magazines edging out the serious stuff on newsagents’ shelves? It’s money that’s corrupted us and women are being used and are even collaborating.” (Read more)

These kids are blinged up to the eyeballs with cheap and loud jewellery, carrying big faux ‘designer’ handbags’ whilst waving their iPhone or Blackberry around in their other hand. Saturday afternoons in town are awash with orange skinned little girls who have spent the last 3-4 hours applying makeup and false eyelashes. Pre-teenage girls who you would naturally expect, would be at home playing with their teddy bear or Sindy and Barbie dolls. The post-teenage ones are more or less the same, it’s just they have the addition of a designer babby buggy and associated contents!

As a nation, we are almost obsessed with child protection, we appear prepared to castigate and abuse any male, who inadvertently happens to glance in the direction of our daughters. Far too often (and too easily) we are happy to brand some poor innocent bloke as a pervert or paedophile these days. Perhaps as parents, we would do better if we tried offering our daughters a level of guidance that is a little more robust than perhaps we do currently?

Allowing kids too many overt freedoms expression (and attire), is simply doing them a disservice. In many ways, we are actually neglecting some of our parental responsibilities and unfortunately, in some ways we are actually delivering our children into the hands of the kiddy fiddlers.

It’s also interesting that the phenomenon of blinged up tangoed kids is predominant within the North East, could this have anything to do with a lower educational standard and social capability (in general) than some other parts of the country?

If only these kids (and their parents) actually realised, their understanding and expectation of style or social interaction, is actually different under the bright lights of the socialite big city they probably aspire to.

The only girls that wander around looking and dressed like them in London, are Toms & Tarts; ladies of the night plying their trade in some red light district working within the oldest profession known to man!

Perhaps parents would be better trying to guide their daughters around Toys-R-Us, rather than Dorothy Perkins or NEXT

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