A Little Blood Letting.

 Sorry if this page took longer to download than my usual pages but I didn't want to resize the picture above too much for fear of spoiling it and I hope the blokes among  you think it was worth it. Two young ladies having a snog. Go on enjoy it, they are old enough so don't feel guilty about it. I myself find it a very enjoyable picture so excuse me please while I draw a little blood from some lady who really deserves having her legs bit.

  Judy, as in "The Richard and Judy Show" and formerly the "Good Morning" show from the telly, reckons that because two young  ladies who are a couple of years too old to be wearing school uniform, are wearing such things in a pop video, she has decided it is "Pedo Pop". 

The Pop Video in question is by Tatu, and their song "All around my head" is currently at number one in the charts. Well it may not be the time you read this because this thing is probably out of date by the time you get to see it. That's them above without the schoolgirl look. 

      Pedo Pop? Er......,  excuse me but these girls are not exactly class two at St Conceptua's Primary are they? They are in fact adults are they not?

 Are you trying to say that I or any other normal male doesn't know the difference?

 Thirty years ago  the dance group "Hot Gossip" donned school uniforms and did a very sexy dance and invited us to  "Take a walk on the wild side". All we men loved it. Did we start fancying little girls next day? Did we start hanging around school gates for ever after because this video had suddenly made schoolgirls sexy? No! We fancied Hot Gossip because they were sexy adult ladies and the school uniform bit appealed to us because it reminded us of those days when we first started fancying schoolgirls. It was ok of course as they were the same age as us and that was allowed. We fancied teachers as well and we didn't fancy every girl in our class, just the nice looking ones. The ones that were developing the quickest were prime candidates for lusting over, but it wasn't just their changing contours, and the way their skirts tightly clung over their developing buttocks way ahead of their same age classmates that stole our hearts. Those teenage temptresses who  test-drove our testosterone in their too-tight jumpers had to be pretty as well. These days are firmly imprinted deeply in our psychological make up. It was our training ground for good taste in women, those days of our desire's first dancing. Sadly, most of us were wallflowers in that adolescent ballroom as the brave few bopped to the hormonal hop. We excused ourselves from the excuse me, afraid of fluffing it in our fearful fever and we've regretted ever since not sharing more than a just a quick joke with Molly or Christine, and we have dreamed of that lost moment ever since.

 It is this memory that is lived out in our fantasies of seeing grown up girls in gymslips and I bet every man who ever fancied his female fellow classmate feels the same. We did grow up though, ever so gradually, and our tastes in totty grew with us and although some of the girls in the younger classes developed an early hungering for some of the hunkier lads in our class, they stood no chance in the battle for schoolboy beefcake against the burgeoning bosoms of the older girls.

 We kept our happy memories of the more developed of the girls and I remember fondly the fabulously pretty prefect who sat cross-legged on the stage in morning assembly looking nicely nifty in her nylons and her short skirt. All us boys in the row in which I sat, impatiently awaited each morning for this fifth form female to take her place with all the other prefects who's job it was to sit either side of the schoolmaster or schoolmistress as he or she took the service.  She was a couple of years older than us and I'm sure she knew she knew that she was stirring the swelling sexual passions of us staring schoolboys who strutted and fretted at what was on the stage. No Sharon Stone was this girl though. Those legs remained  firmly crossed with no slip or skin in sight, those lovely unladdered and unladded nylon legs alone aroused our basic instincts and had us sweating and shuffling in our seats.

 Try as I might I can't find a copy of that Hot Gossip video anywhere on the internet and it's not for the want of trying. That Tatu video is nowhere near as horny from what I remember of  those Hot Gossip girls stretching their legs in their little short skirts, and to be honest, though I do like the bit where Tatu snog each other rotten,  the video isn't sexy enough because the girls don't really do anything else that's raunchy and are a bit too baby faced to be a turn on. The Hot Gossip video works because the girls are anything but, and if any of these two videos had contained real schoolgirls, the switchboards would be jammed by all us men demanding the head of whoever's idea it was to have shown it. We are human you know, and a lot of us are fathers as well, and are not all abusers and rapists as certain feminists would have it, so don't give me the "Sending out the wrong message" bit. How about the picture below, You didn't complain about that at the time? Baby Spice's appeal was supposed to be based on the fact that she was dressed as a very young girl and that is not appealing to adolescent memories, but directly to fetishist fantasies.

 So why did Richard keep his gob shut and agree with Judy? Didn't he ever have these feelings towards his fellow female age-mates, and the yearning for some secret class heart ache?

  I do like watching you on telly Judy, and I even nurse some fantasies about you after seeing your dress fall to bits and reveal what a fine figure of a woman you are under that clothing but please don't talk utter rubbish my dear. And as for you Richard, please explain to your wife the difference between a man liking an adult in schoolgirl gear, and the definitely dodgy interest in very young girls itself. If you come out with stuff like this, then I'm going to see you on telly and think "what a pair of twits!" Come to think of it, it's not that far from what I think now. There's only one letter difference.