Sick.

So last night instead of seeing Falafal in the Tribeca Film Festival (which I heard was really good) I babysat (the two girls' normal babysitter(/nanny?) who's a friend of mine couldn't and I'm all for easy cash. But that's just the set up to my story. The two girls tell me to put on Barbie American Idol (anyone who knows me know that I'm slightly terrified by American Idol and how it can be so popular and oh it's just too much, millions voting, too much. But I love Sangia, hilarious on Best Week Ever this week. Love that girl) which plays clips of songs like "Oops I Did It Again..." and so as I put that on for them they get on the bed, sign along, dance madly, and at the end of the clip they dip while singing "I'm not that innocent" I think they're all of maybe 5 and 7. It was sick. It freaked me out. It was like kiddie porn. It made me sad. To add to that they didn't even know who Britney Spears is so they were getting those images from elsewhere.