The Human Barbie, she calls herself.
How appropriate. She’s plastic through and through, virtually man-made and with neither brain nor heart, by the sounds of it.
Sarah Burge is everything I despise in a woman – and fear in a mother.
The 50-year-old hit the headlines this week for announcing she’s bought her daughter Poppy a £6,000 boob job.
The girl is only seven.
In what she truly believes is her defence, this idiot mother from St Neots explains that Poppy can’t have her big new boobs until she’s 16.
“I can’t wait to be like mummy with big boobs,” says the child whose mother has spent over £500,000 on trying to make herself look like Barbie,.
Sarah, who gives her daughter pole-dancing lessons, claims she was only trying to make Poppy happy; that she had been begging for a breast op.
Why didn’t it cross her Teeny-Tiny-Tears mind that there was something drastically wrong with her child? That she needed counselling, not a cosmetic surgery voucher – and that she herself was doing the damage?
Someone should send her the book I’ve just read; Where Has My Little Girl Gone?
Though perhaps not, seeing as Tanith Carey’s guide is for parents wanting to safeguard their daughters’ childhood from the pornification of our children.
The Government has now realised it needs to stop the insidious sexualisation of the nation’s children. It’s dawned that media and social influences are turning girls out like little tarts and making boys think all girls are gagging-for-it.
David Cameron is backing moves to block adult content on mobile phones, ban raunchy billboard posters near schools and restrict the showing of steamy pop videos He’s summoning retailers, advertisers, broadcasters, magazine editors, video games and music industry chiefs – all the people who influence the world we live in – to a discussion. There could be a website where parents can report inappropriate material or products.
Great news, but it’s too late; it should have been done 20 years ago, when the rot first started to set in.
It needs first to tackle the pornification of parents like Sarah, who writes erotic novels and hosts swinging parties. (For the benefit of non-pornified parents, such events have nothing to do with children’s playgrounds).
They are the ones who buy the clothes that Cameron has called on retailers to stop selling – the T-shirts bearing crude messages, the push-up bras for little girls.
It’s they who allow their children to watch their pop heroines writhing around in raunchy videos and inappropriate TV programmes after the water-shed.
But that’s because they’re damaged goods, too. Only they don’t realise it.
Just read the blogs on any news story about the government-ordered report by the head of the Mothers’ Union exploring what should be done to protect children. Many of them are from adults who think the PM is poking his nose in, nannying where it’s not needed.
“Girls like to dress sexy and boys like them to look sexy,” said one.
I rest my case.