The Splenetic Rantings of a Bipolarian
I saw pictures of six year olds strutting the catwalk sporting the latest whatever, watched by aspiring B-lister parents who treat their offspring like fashion accessories, especially if they get extra coverage in Hello or whatever. I haven’t even read the next Hello, but I can guarantee now there will be a nauseating spread on it. They will be extolling the virtues of style icon kids like the Cruise’s or the Beckham’s . Is this what childhood has descended too? Sadly yes!! Oh for the Walton’s – come back John Boy all is forgiven.
Kids should be carefree and not give a ruddy toss what they are wearing. I know innocence was lost after Adam and Eve grabbed fig leaves, but shots of them now would see a Nike swoosh on the arse and a Coco Chanel CC around Eve’s nipples. Sorry to say ‘in my day’, but the nearest thing to being dressed right when I was six, was my mother shouting from the front door to check I had clean underpants on in case I got run over.
Dear God, what are we doing? We fret about their welfare and then create fashion one-upmanship which invites bullying. And in turn kids berate their parents to buy the latest brand creating potential financial stresses, and not least another unwanted battleground any household can do without. Why can’t they romp and frolic and not give a toss if the knackered shorts get ripped. Can you imagine kids saying ‘careful with Burberry’s mate’ as they tumble on the floor.
As I said the connectivity is maybe spurious, but give that another 5 years or so and we will be hearing of even more alarming rises in Bipolar diagnoses in teenagers. When all that’s wrong is that they have had their childhood stolen and become mixed up about their identity and what life is about.
So bloody depressing.