Retailers and drug pushers


The interior of a typical Macy*s department store.
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I am on posting this simultaneously on two blogs  - sorry about that, but I really feel strongly about this.

Imagine:

The girl is dressed in skinny jeans and a halter-top. She marches confidently in her ankle-boots through the aisles until she gets to the clothing department.

The girl slowly walks past the rack of clothing, trailing her hand on the merchandise, caressing the fabrics. She comes to the lingerie and stops, takes a pair of pink panties off the rack and holds it up in admiration.

It is a very small bikini-cut, though not quite g-string, made from a fleshy-pink sheer fabric and has a glitter-heart on the crotch. She holds it against her body and wiggles her hips provocatively.

She turns to her mum, and says: 'isn't this sexy'?

She is six years old. (I am guessing.)

The scene is real and happened in the last week in a Sydney Discount Department Store.

I feel like crying.

I am all for freedom of choice - very much so. I hate the idea of a nanny state and government intervention. But should a 6 y.o really know what sexy is?

  • Is the retailer the drug-pusher and the consumer the addict?

  • Where did we go wrong? Who is to blame?

  • Where will it end?


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