On bringing up girls in the age of Miley Twerk
Sometimes I feel I’m facing an uphill battle to give the children a good moral education in this age of internet, Miley ***ing Cyrus, Rihanna and Kim @@@ing Kardashian. Everything is available to children on You Tube.
“Oh mummy,” said DD the other week, after I’d protected her from every image I could of Miley Cyrus Twerking in her barely-there underwear. “I saw the video of ‘Wrecking Ball’ and Miley’s naked in it!! Why isn’t she wearing any pants? Wouldn’t the ball be cold?”
“Because Miley’s not a nice girl anymore, darling. I know you liked her in Hannah Montanah, but, hey, you know…”
So we talk as much as we can without me ramming it down her throat about values and morals and what really counts. But sometimes, from the American teenage “whatever” hand I get from DD, I wonder if any of it goes in at all.
Today, I got my answer. On the kitchen table, I found these two papers, hand-drawn and written by DD. My job, for the moment, is done.