Eeeek! I wrote this entire blog and then it erased itself. Boo face! This should show my commitment to NMM. I don’t really have anything new for this week’s NMM, but I have an interesting conundrum. Maybe you’ve had this problem too . . . Right now on the radio there are two songs in rotation that I can really get into, but are pushing the moral dilemma envelope. I don’t believe in censorship, I don’t think that’s the answer. And artists are continually seeing what they can get away with to be new and fresh and be there first. First it was the waltz, then rock n’ roll and Elvis’ hip thrust. Then it became Madonna’s S&M album and Prince’s butt-bearing pants suit. There will always be something. And I don’t care much about swearing, it’s language, it’s there, get over it. On top of that, I give artists credit who can push the envelope with tongue-n-cheek or a pun (i.e. If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears and Fuck You by Cee Lo Green). And maybe it’s also just a part of that whole “lady in the streets, freak in the sheets” concept.That being said, what do you do when you feel like you should be giving a song a dirty look for how bad it is and yet you can’t seem to resist bopping your head or tapping a foot?
First on the chopping block: Tonight I’m Fucking You by Enrique Iglesias. This guy already irks me to begin with and he was certainly never my Hero. And now there’s this. I get that some men, maybe even all men at times, potentially think like this. But still . . . Maybe we just don’t like hearing it. And depending what station you listen to, you either get the bleeped out version or you get the uber-censored “Tonight I’m Loving You”. I’m sorry, this doesn’t fly, I still know what he originally said and that will forever be in my head. And sadly, it’s a completely dance-able song. So do I give it a shock & awe look or continue to move my booty?
Second on the chopping block: Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days. A rock song that has an undeniably catchy rift. But alas, it’s about porn star dancing. And before you think I’m a prude, please note I could care less about strip clubs, I’ve even been in one, it doesn’t bother me. Again, they are there, it is what it is. I think the issue becomes the whole piece of meat debate. Do you encourage it because it’s occasionally flattering and it’s out there or do you give it a shame train look because ultimately you don’t want to promote that sort of thinking amongst the male genre towards women? Perhaps it even goes deeper in that’s what’s become the norm and accepted, maybe even expected, of women my age in social scenes. But that’s probably a whole other ball of wax . . .
So there’s my non-PC NMM. Think about it, chew on it, let it digest. Does anyone else run into this issue?