Ah, the Dame of Kentwood

After a few days of halftime "entertainment" at the Sweet 16, the Brittney Spears phenomenon is much clearer to me.
Apparently, in the search for something to keep the fans amused during the brief intermissions, the committee here went for "give 'em the kids!" We've had at least three groups of amazingly young children dancing and smiling to some of pop music's trashiest offerings. They've been adorned -- keep in mind, we're talking in the 4- to 6-year-old range here -- in stomach-revealing attire, gyrating like Kentwood's own.
All the while, the crowd goes wild and mommas stand just off the court with cameras and shrieks of joy. The point seems to be making these preschoolers appear as raunchy and grown up as possible. At one point, a youngster dropped to the floor in similar fashion to adults or teens who roll their hips against the ground as if simulating sex.
What a joyous time we've had here. In five years, these same mothers will be wondering why their lovely innocents are out all night and dating the community's finest hooligans.
Brittney, I apologize. Maybe it was your childhood after all.