Lord save us from crappily-written synthpop, re-engineered with the high, gratingly saccharine voices of smarmy children, and with all potentially offensive lyrics modified to cutesy words.
These commercials are ubitquitous on DiscoveryKids!, and make me want to poke out my eardrums with a freshly-sharpened RoseArt colored pencil.
Ah, the things I miss because I don't have kids. :)
ReplyDeleteI drop to my atheistic kneed every day and thank the god I don't believe in for making my stepdaughter move on from her interest in Kidzbop. I get a short respite between that and her next annoying phase, her Goth years.
ReplyDeletethat should say "knees," not "kneed."
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