So you’ve got your Bratz, you’ve got your Li’l Bratz, and you’ve got your Bratz Babyz. Well, if we’ve reached the “babies” stage in indoctrinating our children into this fabulous culture of vain, vapid, materialistic, sexually unsubtle consumption, then the next logical step in the product offense — and I do mean offense — should be prenatal. BRATZ FETUZZEZ: “keepin’ it real in the womb.”
(There was going to be an image here, and I was in the process of photoshopping Bratz lips and eyes onto an ultrasound screenshot of someone’s unborn baby, but then I figured that would be too tasteless to waste effort on, so I closed the file. Sorry.)