Music makes us hypocrites

I went up to my parents’ place last weekend, so needless to say I required excellent music for the drive.

I had a fine seated booty dance going to George Michael’s Too Funky, when it occurred to me that the lyrics were… kinda sleazy, really. Did I care? Of course not.

Sherry and I have had this conversation before. We are feminists to the core, but both of us are in possession of our fair share of hip hop, where “shorty” is about the most flattering thing women are called. And really, how much of the average gal’s iTunes collection isn’t about promiscuous sex, drugs, booze, vapid and extravagant living, crazy behaviour, terrible relationships… the list goes on.

But, hell, put it to a good beat and I am all about that action.

This is, of course, not even remotely a new phenomenon. They might have been overreacting when the rock ‘n’ roll was born, but popular music lived up to its detractors’ low expectations pretty quickly, and by the 60s they weren’t really even bothering to couch lyrics in code anymore. Well, they did, but they were pretty open about many of the shenanigans of the time, too.

Of course, if a person did want to try and avoid all these negative messages in music, there is one alternative that has a good beat, and is much more positive.

But it ain’t pretty.

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