Some days I wonder if I would have been better off if I’d been born 40 years ago. A lot of my “beliefs” and values are not too different to that of those old people. You know the type — they sit in their front gardens shouting about how when they were a lad, things were much different (except that obviously it’d take more than 40 years to turn me into a “lad”).
Anyway, there are many reasons why I think I’m a bit traditional, but the most recent reminder came to me while I was food shopping today. We’d just paid for Karl’s fortnight-supply of fish cakes when I almost ran my trolley into a kid… she couldn’t have been older than about 7 or 8. However, instead of being dressed down in pink and pigtails, she was tarted up in heels and a cropped top that was verging on paedophilia to even glance at.
This kind of dress is as offensive to me as thongs and mini skirts marketed at 4 year olds. At what point did it become appropriate to dress our children like prostitutes and street whores?