"I'm grown up now" from a twelve-year-old sounds remarkably similar to the four-year-old, rampaging and shouting, "I'm not tired!" It's something loving parents take with a grain of salt, as they take the child firmly by the shoulders and place him where he needs to be.
Unfortunately, this pre-teen's mother took her at her word and allowed her to star in a movie which I haven't had the heart to blog on til now, preferring to allow Touchstone's Mere Comments to do the heavy lifting:
[A]ctress Dakota Fanning plays a girl who is raped, who gyrates on her bed in full view of the milkboy, and who is lying in bed when her naked father slips in next to her. Now, 12-year-olds are not supposed to be photographed engaging in sex acts, or even simulating sex acts, so there is a strong case to be made that the movie falls afoul of federal law. But no attorney general will be prosecuting it; and that's the way it ought to be, according to Miss Fanning, her mother, the woman who works as her agent, and the woman who is directing the film.
One of his commenters already questions the techniques used to allow Miss Fanning to take part in the rougher scenes, but it's dark enough that she has the role, that she's been introduced to the whole concept for the sake of "art," and that she'll rocket to fame through the loss of innocence.
It's more of the same in the culture we (and our children) breathe. All we can do is look to the babushkas of old who banged the beads and simply persevered through decades of death spiral in the USSR. Keep the lamps burning, dear friends. The light will conquer the darkness in the end.