Same Ole' Soapbox, Different Day

So, again I must rant for a bit on the evils of society....or more directly, on the evils of young girls' fashion. At what point did parents stop telling their children that "if all you show are your physical assets, that is all people will think you have to offer", and switch to "oh, so that's what Beyonce wore at the awards show last night...well then by all means, take it all off." I mean, jumping Jehosephat people, there are so many half-naked 14 year olds out there that I don't know where to look anymore. I'm glad I don't have a little sister, I believe I'd have to kidnap her and ship her off to a nunnery. If anyone under the age of oh, say, 21 out there happens to be reading this....COVER UP FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!! There is nothing attractive about your adolescent, no clothes wearing, Eskimo boots having self. Please....take three steps past The Gap and stop by the book store. Beauty fades dearies, intellect is forever. Does this mean I'm getting old? Next thing you know I'll be ranting about loud music....hey you know I do have a rant about that, albeit a short one....why is every kid that can afford it driving around with their subwoofers turned up to sonic warfare level. I know if I was a girl I'd only want a boy who could vibrate windows from 17 blocks away but come on boy's, there is nothing less attractive than needing a hearing aid at 23. Besides, if you went to private school you have nothing in common with the Wu Tang Clan. Now if you'll excuse me, they're serving orange jello for lunch at the nursing home and if I'm gonna get my walker and get in line I'll have to get a move on. Until next time.....you whippersnappers, you....