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Grrrl Power has arrived with a vengeance, bogarting her way onto Center Stage West, dressed in a parochial-school uniform with the blouse half unbuttoned.

She Rules and she knows it. She knows why, too.

In a recent edition of Esquire, Tom Junod observed: �The entire culture is besotted with the erotic promise of teenage girls. Lure of jailbait now supplies the erotic to a popular culture desperate for what�s new, what�s young, what�s alive.�

With disturbing frequency in the modern West, from magazine ads to films, from pop-star poses to school-wear newspaper inserts, the sexualized girl stares back, hand on hip, lips just parted. She sports Madonna fashion accessories, cakes on Britney Spears cosmetics, and revels in her sexual and cultural empowerment.

She�s the Anointed Gender redux, aglow with budding life. She�s Madison Avenue�s newest hottie.

She is the Nymph, and as childish as she appears, she is old indeed in the human story.

Thirty-one-year-old Jennifer Lopez, in a photo spread for a �men�s magazine,� poses sucking on a lollipop, playing on a swing and cavorting in socks and shorts. For this act of provocation � the same provocation that perhaps rouses a weak man to abduct and rape a child � Lopez rakes in a six-figure salary.

Not bad for a couple hours of child molestation.

Ms. Lopez admits that she�s �working a nymphet fantasy.� With a self-awarded purity as vile as it is lucrative, she gushes, �I feel like children are so free � when I�m wearing little bobbysocks, that puts a whole different spin on it.�

Did you say �spin?� Ms. Lopez. "SPIN!?" Yeeee hah! That�s our Magic Word!

Ms. Lopez is not �working a nymphet fantasy.� Ms. Lopez is �working� children and males. In the �fantasy� of Ms. Lopez, kids and men pay dearly for her enrichment.

Ms. Lopez is an exploiter of children, the cash cow behind the rapist. Her armor of deniability is impermeable, but she is the vector of a commercial disease.

To be fair, however, most of the alterations modern women make lifelong to their bodies and behaviors -- the blush and the lipstick, the coquettish neotony, the waxings and liposuction and rouge -- are all attempts to revert, permanently, to the age of twelve.

Now why could that be? Why aren�t young females striving to look old?

Can we say �mass cognitive dissonance?� How about �consensus hallucination?�

Thanks so much. I KNEW we could.

Ms. Lopez and her market forces work their �nymphet fantasy.� They are shopkeepers of girlhood, changing coins in the temple of the Child-Queen. Ms. Lopez might as well slingshot her soul into the Void.

Profiting from the sexuality of children and sex-addicted Western men is the true fantasy of Ms. Lopez -- who no doubt considers herself morally superior to those deviant males, not to mention oppressed by them. Let�s recall (all genuflect) that Ms. Lopez sports the highly coveted Double-Minority Victim Status Medallion.

Ms. Lopez adds, �I think I dress like every other girl in the world.�

Your Fine Foozlers challenge Ms. Lopez� opinion that she �thinks� at all.

Thirty-one-year-old women, throughout 98 percent of human development, in 98 percent of human cultures, were considered old. O-L-D, Ms. Lopez, as in not-girls. As in un-young.

Way back in the pre-fem days, when reality used to matter, conscious beings agreed that thirty-one-year-old women were, and are, not �girls� anywhere on this planet -- except sometimes in their own minds.

America, Tower of the Princess, where females never grow up. Unending rights without responsibilities.

Yo: Ms. Lopez. You probably wear a cross around your neck and call on Jesus. You probably consider yourself a highly spiritual person, of elevated consciousness. A deep being, firm but sensitive, beloved by animals and kids. Shitfire, I expect you�re not only a talent-free �entertainer,� but a full-on Yowling Goddess.

I dunno what to do with you, Ms. Lopez. I�m gonna let the crows decide.

You probably ought to hope there�s no god, though.