Oct 08, 2009 14:18
Last night I had a dream that invented a lingerie line called Modest Lady Underpants. I really think I need to make that happen.
This seems to be linked to a recent trend in my brain, brought on by a recent trend in shitty radio music. See, I'm pretty ghetto these days: I've never bothered to put a CD player in my car since I still have a brazillion old mix tapes that make me happy, but my tape deck turned on me a while back and won't play anymore, so now I rely solely on radio. Sometimes public radio isn't singing my song, and therefore I've been learning more about what kids are listening to these days on commercial radio.
There are two songs that seem to have been in pretty heavy rotation lately that are making me wonder what the hell women artists are trying to do to young impressionable girls. First there's Kelly Clarkson's "My Life Would Suck Without You." Aside from sounding like it was written by a 7th grader with that laughably bad title, the lyrics feature such gems as "I found out I'm nothing without you" and "Being with you is so dysfunctional/I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go." Well, that's super-healthy. Then, as if they're part of the same sad club, we've got Pink's "Please Don't Leave Me." In this little ditty, the message is that you can be as shitty as you want to someone as long as you feel bad and apologize later: "I always say how I don't need you/But it's always gonna come right back to this/Please don't leave me," along with "I cannot be without you; you're my perfect little punching bag." Does this sound healthy to you?! Do these sound like lyrics that the demographics targeted by the management of these singers really need to hear? Is it any wonder that after Britney and Christina, and now these ladies, girls are getting knocked up younger and younger, staying in more and more abusive relationships, and generally making bad decisions at a much more alarming rate than ever before?
It's not like any of this is new-co-dependent lyrics or, for that matter, violent video games as a bad influence-and maybe I'm just getting old and crusty, but all I can tell you is that I'm sitting here listening to ABBA's "Super Troupers" and feeling wistful for simpler times. BAH.