Tits and Children.

This week Katy Perry has become another victim of mothers who take issue with a relatively common thing; tits.
Your humble blogger obviously has no problem with them and thinks this kind of censorship is fucked up.
Apparently, while on Sesame St. as yet another cameo, she wore a dress that was a little low-slung for some peoples taste.
I would have to assume that these are the same mothers, by and large, that support rampant gun use and appose needed abortion, the same mothers that shelter their children from anything real in the world to the point of suppression. The same mothers, it appears, have some major problem with a pair of natures most marvelous entities. Bo!
"You can practically see her t---," one complaint read. "That's some wonderful children's programming."
Let me ask you, who has spent more time in close proximity to boobs than kids? We spend a few years sucking our sustenance out of the bastards, and if you’re a little left of center a few years more, half the viewer ship will have tits within the decade (maybe more if the obesity keeps up), what’s the big fucking deal?
All I could suggest is that mothers out there are jealous of Katy Perry’s perky rack when their own glory days are long behind them.
I read somewhere that on daytime television you can show a tit so long as you don’t show the dreaded nipple, apparently the nipple is where all the evil is. You can bet all the sex offenders out there would be doctors and lawyers and such had they not seen the nipple that led them down that heinous path, yeah right.
I think its primarily a case of bored parents thinking up things they might complain about, they have taken our free-speech but they will never take our over-hyped popstars breasts.
NP.