My guilty pleasure is actually a rant this evening.
Robin Thicke. Particularly his new(ish) song, Blurred Lines. The boy is hot and the song is sexy. And he’s 36 so no guilt over obsessing about him!
You all know him… though like I posted on Facebook this afternoon… I was surprised to rediscover him as Thicke of When I Get You Alone fame. Colour me befuddled and bemused. And then I also found out that he’s the son of Alan Thicke… aka Jason-freakin’-Seaver… as in the dad from Growing Pains.
Yes, that show. The one with Kirk Cameron.
(I feel old now.)
Blurred Lines. I love it. It’s catchy and like I said, it’s sexy.
But some people have read too much into it. Some folks think it objectifies women and reinforces rape myths.
Guess what people, there are no “rape myths”. There is simply “rape”. And this song has nothing to do with it. The lyrics are kinky and a bit rude but in no way do they imply that this guy is going to have this girl against her will. She’s got all the control in the song. In fact at one point he states his confusion over NOT being picked by her… hello, Vanity.
As for the objectification of women… perhaps. The uncensored version of the music clip has three girls prancing around nude except for g-strings. It’s out there for everyone to see. The TV version has the girls still running around in skimpy plastic outfits that pretty much leave nothing to the imagination. However, what is so different between this and, say Justin Timberlake’s “Sexyback” video where you get the clear impression that a woman IS being raped at one point. No one complained about that!
Suddenly three pretty girls happily bouncing and jiggling around in the nude (with no one touching them at all) doesn’t seem so bad, eh?
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