Baby Voices, Baby Makers

I don't care for grown women who speak with forced little girl voices. To me, a baby voice indicates childhood abuse, presumably of the sexual nature. This is not a joke, but it is somehow kinda funny. A baby voice is as much a spotlight on one's blatant insecurity as a monster truck or a really ridiculous tit job, in my ever so humble opinion. There is, however, a loophole in my disdain for people who walk around all day with their issues showing. I find it acceptable to air your daddy issues, fear of abandonment, qualms about your sexuality, etc in a creative manner.

Here are two videos from ladies who have found there way around my No Baby Voices rule and wiggled their way straight into my heart.




Note the crop top.




Doesn't this song just make your ovaries dance? If you have them, that is? It makes me, possibly the least domestic person that has ever avoided laundry for months, want to buy some maribou kitten heels and learn how to darn socks. And make roast.


P.S. Thank you B and thank you Jordie. You know why.