The other day I overheard two adults enthusiastically dissect “High School Musical 2.” As far as I could tell, they didn’t have kids. I’m glad they were strangers.
Then I perused some celebrity magazines. The star of the Disney franchise, Zac Efron, graced virtually every cover. I think he’s legal, but he doesn’t look it. Regardless, I found it a bit creepy that a kid named Zac has graduated from tween wet dream to full-blown sex symbol (according to People, Rolling Stone, et al) overnight.
Perhaps I’m being a prude, but it seems the trend toward sexualizing the young is starting to blossom in the culture at large. Kids are being Abercrombie and Fitched, while adults resist maturity at every turn. I’ve been guilty (surely I’m not the only thirtysomething who’s watched “Laguna Beach”).
While any red-blooded male might be tempted by a hot 18-year-old, I’d like to think I’d hold out for someone of drinking age, at least.
Alas, I face no such dilemmas. Besides, he’d probably be too experienced for me.
(Yes, I’m aware pedophiliacation is not a word, though I deserve some credit for not posting a shirtless pic of Zac Efron.)