This cover is awful. And you know the worst thing about it? It's not the blatant eroticization of childhood imagery (shout out to Katy Perry - how is shit like this ok??), nor the condescending portrayal of a grown woman in said role (the "perfect angel" = innocent maiden under your male chauvinist control). It's the fact that it makes me feel like a fucking parent. It makes me want to shout at my sticky mess of a kid while dabbing ineffectually at their ice-cream-greased paws with the one napkin I happened to have in my back pocket. It makes me wish I had packed wet wipes.
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