Yuck

Kj's birthday was on Thursday, and as a fun surprise I took her a Happy Meal.  Back in my day, Happy Meals looked that: happy.  The little yellow arches were the handles, and there were childlike pictures with fun colors.  When I got Kj's Happy Meal, you would have thought I was walking out of an adult store with some little goody for my hubby.  Monster High is all the rage for the past couple of years, and it is disgusting.  The characters on her Happy Meal box looked like porn stars.  These emaciated, scantily clad figures are what girls are aspiring to, I guess.  So I'll keep reading Little House on the Prairie to my girls, and move onto Little Women and Anne of Green Gables when they're older.  Are we really so blind as a society to the impropriety or are we willing turning away from what we know to be right?