Look on the bright side: for the rest of their lives the boys will have a ready-made excuse. "I did it because of what Bill Clinton did when I was just a boy".
I wonder how many similar discussions took place at the time.
An aside: I remember talking to you at one time about the unavoidable presence of Barbie in the rearing of a little girl. One of Jenny's friends came back from the US the other day, bearing several of the latest new girl-dollies, challengers to Barbie's throne. These are "Bratz"; I know this because they are heavily advertised on Cartoon Network, another unavoidable presence. They are about Barbie's height, but believe it or not, skinnier. Well into the anorexic department. They lack Barbie's extravagant mammaries, though the dimensions remain unrealistic in proportion to the rest of them. What they lack on their chests they make up for in lips, which are swollen to the point of being grotesque. If a real human had the same proportions, you'd be talking inner tubes. They are painted with faux make-up in a strange, garish, and extravagant manner that my mind associates with Las Vegas hookers (though I've never been to Las Vegas). They have molded-on platform shoes of an odd clunky variety.
Is this where girl-fashion is going in the US these days, or just where some people are trying to push it? I actually got a good laugh out of them, just imagining what the reactions in the feminist camp would be.
Fortunately, Jenny has lost interest in Barbie and has shown none in Bratz. I hope that condition continues to prevail.
I was thinking of moving back there. Now I start to wonder.... |
