Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" was on the radio this summer almost nonstop. Now it's coming under fire for it's lyrics, which apparently promote a rape culture. Seriously, check them results.
Basically, in reality-speak, feminist subhumans are literally making stuff up. I hope every rapist dies slowly. In fact, I hope every anybody ever dies slowly, though that's neither here nor there.
You probably know the song, so I'm not going to waste time dissecting any lyrics. In fact, the only reason I was spurred to make this post is because while reading this article, by accident, I was prompted to dig deeper into my subconscious. You know, that little part of your mind that only exists in white men.
That little part of your mind that implores every white dude ever to rape every chick ever, all the time, for all time. And then yell racist slurs before, during, and after.
That little part of your mind.
Having heard the song, and I guess it's kinda catchy, I never paid much attention to the lyrics though. UNTIL NOW.
A quick read-a-roo exposes not a chick-raping anthem, instead a typical pop-song chock full of gross abominations of the English language. This is the garbage that our kids are singing along to. This is how we are teaching our children to communicate.
From straight jive-talking to full-on sexually charged illiteracy, a catchy tune apparently trumps thoughtful word-smithery.
Whether you're a feminist maker of stuff up, or just hate the vapid licentiousness that permeates what is popular: in the words of "the kids" these days, Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines" is totes horbes.
Anyway, here's the video.
And if you're so inclined, here's a nice song, written by one of my favorite bands. David Moore, the singer, is among my favorite songwriters.