Cece Blythe reflects on the internet's war on chiffon, the true motive behind the Olivia Rodrigo discourse, and the myth of "infantalisation". Credit - Spotify The young ingĂ©nue takes to the stage. Lights come up. Crowd stirs in tizzied anticipation. Bass booms. Onto the stage she struts, ready to transport her crowd to the wonderland of her brand new album. A spotlight draws full attention to the starlet, in all her punk glory, and there she stands…in a babydoll dress? The outrage would be unimaginable. How dare she flounce around the stage, bare legged, infantilised, begging for the world to stare at her body. “Look at me, sexualise me.” it says. And then, it didn’t matter about the music at all. All that mattered was the crowd, and the dress. The year was 1991, and a young Courtney Love centred the stage, as Hole warmed up the crowd for Mudhoney. Fifteen years on, things remain the same: another war-mongering President sits in the Oval Office, another new technologica...