I like to toss a rant-bomb into tween pop-culture now and then and it always makes people mad. I really should stop myself, but I can’t help it. I have a daughter that is racing at a screaming (or, I should say, squealing) pace into tweendom so my opinions run a little stronger in this department.
So here I go again, rant-bomb incoming…
Dear Nickelodeon,
I would like to make an appointment with whoever programmed the lineup for your recent “Kids Choice Awards” show. This appointment would have one singular action item on the agenda: me kicking you in the pants repeatedly until you promise to NEVER have the Pussycat Dolls perform on your stage ever again.





