Sex, like money, colours your pursuit of happiness from the moment it enters your life. You can alway have more money for better possessions, and you can always have more sex with ‘better‘ partners. It leaves us incapable of true fulfilment, a never ending cycle of the greener grass mentality. It becomes how we define ourselves; all that we do being to impress, and better ourselves in the eyes of others.

Kids these days are in such a rush to become sexualised, with no understanding that the second they do, gone are the carefree days of youth, when anything beyond our reach was simply not interesting enough for us to chase. Skinny little girls don’t tease chubby little girls by saying ‘you might develop a heart condition when you’re older‘, but by saying that ‘none of the boys want to kiss you‘.

As much fun as sex is, it is a corrupting force upon who we are as unique individuals. It makes us change ourselves, to confirm to archetypes and traditions and ‘social norms‘, be it consciously or subconsciously, into a person we think that other people will find more attractive.

That’s why little girls don’t give a fuck about anything. They’re happy to be who they want to be. It’s a shame that they’re being programmed to want to wear more ‘adult’ clothing and make up. It’s a shame that they’re listening to the supposedly good influences of Justin Bieber and One Direction, who sing songs about love and relationships that are mysteriously aimed at people who are too young to need to be involved in such things. They idealised romantic relationships between children, to the point where it’s no longer ‘cool’ for young girls to not have inappropriate feelings towards them.

Kids have the entirety of adulthood to waste on being lovesick and horny and jaded and angsty, so it’s sad that they seem to be inclined to get caught up in such feelings at earlier and earlier stages of their emotional development.