I’m with Dan. I don’t recall my parents having to turn the volume down while watching “Ol’ Yeller” so I wouldn’t hear about the problems of four-hour erections. My music didn’t talk about poppin’ caps in dey asses and ho’s. My schoolteachers were at least appropriately red-faced when state-mandated “sex-ed” was taught in eighth grade (not first). We had no Bratz. Or Janet Jackson flashing her rather pathetic rack. Or celebs showing their genitalia in public.
My parents didn’t deal with the utter degenerate overload that I have to deal with. Childhood is being stolen by a culture run off the rails.





