When I Grow Up I Wanna Be… A Playboy Bunny!

ist1_871980-back-to-schoolI remember when I was in primary school I wanted to be an astronomer (looking for objects up in the sky), archaeologist (looking for objects down beneath the earth), or architect (building things up or down), when I grow up. The first two were clearly and highly influenced by reading too much Hergé and Agatha Christie. The third one I wasn’t sure, probably because I liked the way it sounds. Most friends wanted to be doctors; but my father is a doctor so there was no mystery and room for romantic imaginations for me there. Some just simply said they wanted to be engineers without knowing much about it. I can’t remember if any of my school friends wanted to be lawyers.

But I can remember none of us ever dreamt of saying we wanted to be dancers or singers. Let alone models. Those are just extra curricular activities (mind you, I went to a strict all-girl Catholic school run by nuns!) and shouldn’t be taken seriously.

But last year when GM and I were on the train back from London, we were sitting next to a lady with 7-year old daughter. She’s pretty, very friendly, cheerful, and couldn’t stop singing songs beyond her age, from Britney Spears to Pink to Girls Aloud’s songs. Her mom proudly told us that her daughter wanted to be a pop idol. Not a singer, but a pop idol. Back then I thought this young girl has watched too much X-Factor and American Idol, but I did wonder if the world has changed and no one dreams about working as a professional and chooses to be famous, whatever it takes, instead.

But I get where she is coming from. She is from the era of Big Brother and such reality tv shows which can turn people from nobody to somebody overnight without actually having done anything, and give perception that it is so easy to be in the silver or big screen and all you need to do is sing a bit, act a bit, model a bit, and be colossally sensational forever.

But this below article really makes me cringe. What has the world turned into?

clipped from www.thesun.co.uk

The ‘backstage’ room is filled with girls having huge hairpieces tucked into their already gorgeous, glossy manes and huge fake eyelashes glued while teetering around on high heels in tiny hot pants.

A professional make-up artist is delicately covering the young contestants in blusher and glittery eye make-up and the girl’s beaming faces show they are enjoying their grown-up transformations.

One over-zealous mum applies huge feathery eyelashes to her nine-year-old daughter’s watering eyes as the little girl squirms uncomfortably: “It hurts,” she moans crinkling up her face.

But if I was expecting a sea of pushy parents willing their little princesses to be the next Kate Moss, I was wrong.

These girls need no encouragement, they have their own agendas – they are going to be famous.

Contestant Leah-Brooklyn Wren-Campbell is a prime example: “The pageant is fun for me because I like to be in the spotlight.”


At the tender age of nine Madison has landed the job of a judge on the Miss Koko competition.

Speaking to Leah it is clear she hopes to use the kids beauty pageants as a springboard into celebrity.

The chatty schoolgirl lists the things she wants to be when she is older: “I want to be a singer, dancer… and Playboy Bunny.” Her mum rolls her eyes and quips: “Don’t tell your dad that!”

Leah gushes: “My idol is Beyonce, I think she is the most perfect person.”

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If it was your daughter, what would you say to her?



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