No, horrible! You may well have read about this in the papers this week. These are small children dressed up for school "proms". Children as young as four are going to these proms, where little girls wear ball gowns and the boys are told to give them red roses. Some arrive in limousines. One, however, was refused a request to land by private helicopter (well, I supose that's something).
At an age when kids should be out in the garden getting dirty (well, mine certainly were), they are being told that's it's looks that matter, and behaving like an adult, and a sexually aware adult at that. It makes you (well, me) weep. (Note the wallflower at the back. I remember being one of those, but I was old enough to deal with it).
Hoever, perhaps not quite as bad as this, which I posted a few weeks ago...
Right. End of rant. Back to the Novel.
(The layout of this seems to have gone a bit weird. Serves me right.)