A woman in her late thirties leaps out of her seat in a muggy Sydney Entertainment Centre, screaming as if she were a teenager again as a larger-than-life Lady Gaga, wearing skin-tight black leather, gyrates her genital region over the upper thigh of one of her female dancers.

Good for her. She’s just letting her hair down, getting away from it all for a night, the house, the husband, the kids.
Oh, my mistake, the kids are right next to her, cheering along to the hyper-sexualised live spectacle, and even doing a little gyrating of their own.
Although the audience is mostly full of teenagers and twenty-somethings, there are significant numbers of young children accompanied by adults at Lady Gaga’s Monster Ball.
“As you may have heard, I have a tremendous dick. Get your cocks out, Sydney, I hear you’ve got some big cocks around here,” Lady Gaga announces to the audience, generating a cheer from the mother and her two little girls.
The concert also involves video footage of a woman vomiting on Gaga, visual references to group sex and sadomasochism, and enough potty language to make a particularly foul mouthed sailor giggle with embarrassment.
So why have so many people bought children to see a Lady Gaga concert? There are three possibilities.
The first is that they are selfish parents, bringing their kids along because they want to see the show themselves and couldn’t get a babysitter.
The second possibility is that the kids wanted to see the show and their parents are well trained to cave in to whining and complaining, so do what they are told and take them along.
Parents in these first two categories most likely come with blinkers firmly in place, telling themselves that if they don’t pay any attention to the adult aspects of the entertainment unfolding before them, their kids won’t either.
The third possibility is that somehow, through stupidity, naivety or both, these people think that a live concert, packed full of more sexual content than a condom, is appropriate entertainment for children.
I saw the same thing last year when Britney Spears came to town with her Circus tour. Children as young as eight, perhaps younger, being encouraged by their parents to clap and cheer along to Brit and her gang of barely-dressed dancers as together they slid into a small metal cage and rubbed against one another, a mass of flesh and sweat throbbing to the beat of the music.
It was at those times when it occurred to me that what was going on in the audience was more twisted than what was happening on the stage, and there was a dwarf assisting a half naked contortionist to assume a position resembling the letter ‘M’ on the stage.
I hope I’m not in danger of sounding like some raving right-winger who spends their time telephoning talk radio about boat people and tutting to themselves about single mothers, I’m certainly not and I’m also no prude. I enjoy Lady Gaga stopping just short of a public indecency charge as much as the next guy, but there is something very awkward and off-putting about enjoying it a couple of feet away from a ten year old.
I don’t have any kids, but you would have to be an idiot not to realise how tough raising children must be these days. There is so much pressure to adjust personal parenting standards to those promoted by corporations as being acceptable, in order not to marginalise kids from their peers.
It must take a brave parent to look at the bigger picture of their child’s upbringing and say ‘no’, to put up with the objections, the whinging and the sulking and to draw the line at exposing their kids to experiences that they are not ready for, whether they be a highly sexualised pop concert or a party at a friend’s house where kids will be drinking and parents aren’t home.
I suppose this line of thought inevitably leads to the question of whether or not live shows, including pop concerts, should be classified and rated, just like a movie, video game or piece of music.
If these parents are too lazy to figure out the content of these shows for themselves before they load up the station wagon and head to the Entertainment Centre, or too warped to recognise that kids shouldn’t be in the audience, then maybe the answer is yes.
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