There is a house on my street that is on the market. It has one of those large estate agent signs nailed outside. On the sign it says "Best value around." Interesting. The place is going to be auctioned. No surprise to find estate agents spouting bollocks.
Remember the furor over Bill Henson's Sydney art show? The one that was closed down by th police after a couple of complaints? The one featuring images of semi-naked children that highlighted the grey area between childhood and adulthood? The one that could have started a meaningful debate about the sexualisation of kids but instead attacked the artist himself, deriding him as a pornographer? The one that served as anoher cause celebre for the Daily Terrorgraph?
Fast forward not very far at all and no such uproar is heard as the mass media line up to heap praise upon pouty teenage popstress Gariella Cilmi who scooped six ARIAs (Australian Record Industry Association award.) Great work. At sixteen years of age, instead of being at school (and fuck knows she needs some education if her acceptance speeches were any indication of her intelligence) she was making records. Well, one album from which we've seen two singles. Best Single? Sweet About Me, a song in which jail-bait Cilmi sings about her far-from-sweetness to a guy tied to a chair. Sexualisation of children anyone? Clearly OK when it makes the record industry a bucket load of cash.
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