I was sitting in Starbucks when two older white women sat down with three girls. Two of the girls were about 10 years old and the third one was around 18. The 18 year old was complaining about the aloof behavior of a gentleman who owned a pick-up truck. Everyone in the store became very familiar with this young man in a short amount of time. The whole setup was loud enough that nobody could miss it. By the time she was done, the story had basically become public property.

Later, she started singing Akon’s single I Wanna Fuck You, though she used “love” instead of “fuck.” Then the two older women started singing along and encouraged the two young girls to sing along as well. The little girls sang the chorus, and after they were done, the teenager and the two mothers gave them a round of applause. It was one of those moments that makes you wonder who thought this was a good idea.

I can barely tolerate the suburban mom on her cell phone chatting away with a Louis Vuitton diaper bag draped over her shoulder, extolling the benefits of “me-time” while reminding everyone within earshot how little Madison is smarter than her playmates. But I much rather deal with that than have to watch adult women train little girls how to be dirty whores. There is a difference between being loud and being poisonous, and this was the second one.

If my parents pushed me to sing songs about fucking strippers when I was little, I guarantee you I would be feeding mouths instead of blogging, wondering when the fire sensation in my crotch area will go away. Remember: all you need to create life is a functioning genital organ. Childhood should not be a rehearsal for trashy adulthood. If adults normalize filth early, they should not act shocked when the result is a mess.