scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

22.9.05

aaaugh like me

there is this awful, catchy tune, all over the radio. and there is a lyric in the chorus and on the shitty-quality speakers that are at work (because i don't listen to that damn station in the car, mm hmm) that is a little hard to get. The first time you hear it, it's doncha wish your woman was strong like me. Which, if you're okay with the gist of the entire song, okay fine, go on with your bad little ho self and brag about being strong. And then you hear it a few more times and it's not quite strong, it's maybe doncha wish your woman was wrong like me. Which is entirely different, and quite a bit more ho-bag. what woman is wrong in a relationship? None. No woman wrote that. No woman would sing that. And obviously men wish they were right more often, but they take the most ridiculous stances sometimes. (None recently, but in more of a historical sense.) so you get interested in what the actual lyric might be and you google it and it's doncha wish your woman was raw like me.

Raw, to me, has more connotation of rug-burn than whatever the artists had in mind. Now the last time i had rug-burn, fine, but awfully uncomfortable, and not really sexy, and i can't imagine (though i'm sure they exist) people that might be put in the mood by rug-burn. cuz, ow.

and this poor, sad pile of girls that sings this. i like the idea of them, the theory of it. girl power roxxors and whatnot. but in practise? These people suck.

(communism was just a red herring.)

scrawled @ 15:38