How to get to Sexy Me Street?
Just ask Katy Perry. She's telling all the stay-at-home dads and teen moms how to get to there (Mapquest says you turn left at Forever 21, go two blocks down STD street and sext-message your pimp to meet you outside that new frozen yogurt place).
Everyone has an opinion on Katy Perry's appearance on Sesame Street. While I'm no prude, I do think the producers stooped for ratings and press over intelligence when they made this call. No, kids don't know T&A from Cookie Monster's cookies but that's not the point. The point is that she didn't have to be on the show at all. Or, the producers could have put a shirt on her, though God forbid we may not recognize her without cleavage and red lipstick. There's a thinking with the wrong head joke in there. Bringing her on the show dressed like she's filming her own sex - I mean music video merely sets the skank precedent for Muppet Land. Next thing you know Peaches will be on there. (Which, on a tangent, if Sesame Street is all about acceptance then Peaches would do a fine job of talking about accepting people different from yourself)
Is nothing sacred anymore? I'm tired of dumb-f*cks like her and I'm sure people will defend her A-mazing singing and her OMG SO FUN! California Giirrrlzzz!!! But come on. Production values, high. Standards, low. Do we need to bring that shit on public television for the kids?
You can be a singer. A celebrity. And you can wear clothes. Noggin's got it right, with my favorite, Andrew Bird. Would I like to see him take his clothes off? Sure. On a kids' show? Nope.
Do I sound like a uber-conservative mom now or what?
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