Let's just take stock together of culture's accounting for the children's room.
Wet Ass Pussy, 2020.
A track so explicit that not a single newspaper in the country can quote its lyrics, streamed in billions, danced by twelve-year-old girls on TikTok with rehearsed choreography, while cultural journalism clapped and called it empowerment and liberation.
You'll get a brief excerpt here - I don't know if I should write a trigger warning beforehand for the sensitive among you. Strangely enough, those who normally need one aren't interested in them before this sort of thing. You can think about that while you read the excerpt.
"Whores in this house
There's some whores in this house..."
"Beat it up, baby, catch a charge
Extra large and extra hard
Put this cookie right in yo' face
Swipe your nose like a credit card..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy"
Slay Queen.
Gurl Role Model
Boss Bitch.
Culture's imprinting directly into beautiful, open, gentle, curious girls' minds searching for a functioning identity to gather around.
"WET ASS PUSSY… could that maybe be me? You get up on a stage, get millions of admiring gazes and everyone thinks you're brave and looks up to you… let me try what that's like.."
Not a single concerned op-ed. Not one parliamentary hearing. Not one educational consultant who raised their hand.
The same culture went through Itsy Bitsy Spider on Monday and found the problem.
It was his gender.
A spider. On a wall. In the rain.
So now we stand here, in the year 2026, in one of the world's most enlightened, egalitarian and equal countries of all, where a wet pussy is approved children's content, but a dry spider was too dangerous to sing about.
You can't even call it double standards.
Because double standards require that there are standards in two places.
They're still sitting there chattering about it as if it matters on morning and evening TV.
Imagine being an adult - and being a host - and having to sit there keeping a straight face and taking it seriously. Evening after evening.
Poor people.
But of course it's a job that puts food on the table. So okay, fair enough.
Did you catch that?
