S-s-s-singin’ that blah, blah, blah

So, there I was, mindlessly singing along to the radio on my mundane, road construction-filled drive from one job to another, when I realized: “What the heck am I singing?”
A. Top 40.
B. A song I don’t necessarily like but, nonetheless, know all the words to.
C. Idiotic lyrics.
D. All of the above.

Guilty. And I've given up caring who sees me.

D., of course. Unless it’s the LSAT or my nutrition class, where they throw in options like “A and C only,” or pose questions like “Which could be, but need not be, true,” just to make you second-guess yourself.

But, really, as someone who oftentimes likes songs solely for their lyrics, I felt like I was betraying myself. When I really think about how little a song contributes lyrically and how much depends on a catchy tune or the name of the person singing, it kind of makes me want to just turn off the radio.

Metal has nothing to do with the Top 40 pop music I'm discussing, but this was too good.

Not to be all pretentious and obnoxious. I’ll listen to Top 40 radio as much as the next guy. But we don’t always pay attention to the lyrics; that’s the beauty of music — if the tune is catchy, it doesn’t really matter how stupid the words that go along with it are.¬† But once you start to think about them (if you’re like me, at least), you realize how much you would make fun of the lyrics if, say, a local band (or someone like Rebecca Black, whose song I will not even include in this post because it’s glaringly obvious) were singing them.

This is the advertisement for an actual band. It came from MySpace, so it has to be true.

Allow me to illustrate:

“Right There” by Nicole Scherzinger featuring 50 Cent
Would we love it if 50 Cent didn’t proclaim, “It’s just another one / Another number one,” at the beginning of the song? Probably, because the radio tells us to.
Here are some gems:
“Me like the way that you hold my body / Me like the way that you touch my body / Me like the way that you kiss my / Yeah yeah yeah me like it.”

See, it’s a little different when you see it in writing. Come on, Nicole, use your big girl words!

 

“Look at Me Now” by Chris Brown
Gems:
“Better cuff your chick if you with her / I can get her / And she accidentally slip and fall on my d*** / Oops, I said on my d*** / I ain’t really mean to say on my d*** / But since we’re talking about my d*** / All of you haters say hi to it / I’m done.”

Um … so are we supposed to be impressed when we “look at you now,” because I literally giggled at how ridiculous those lines are when I read them for the first time. I had no idea he was saying that, probably because I’ve only ever heard the radio edit.

 

“What’s my Name” by Rihanna featuring Drake
I feel like Rihanna’s gotten a lot of play on my blog. I really don’t dislike her music, she just gives me a lot of things to write about.
Gems:
“The square root of 69 is eight-something, right? / ‘Cause I’ve been tryna work it out, oh.”

Is that supposed to be a pickup line? Smooth …

“I can get you through a mighty long day / Soon as you go, the text that I write is gon’ say / Oh na na, what’s my name? / Oh na na, what’s my name? / Oh na na, what’s my name? / What’s my name? / What’s my name?”

You know how I would feel if I got a text message like that. Most people would probably be like, uh, what the heck? That’s obnoxious.

 

“Peacock” by Katy Perry
Heard this one on the radio for the first time yesterday. It provides some lovely new inappropriate lyrics for small children nationwide to unwittingly belt out. Katy Perry pesters some guy the whole song to let her see his “peacock,” and then this is her reaction:
“Oh my God, no exaggeration / Boy, all this time was worth the waiting / I just shed a tear / I am so unprepared / You’ve got the finest architecture / End of the rainbow looking treasure / Such a sight for me to see / And it’s all for me.”

1. Why are there so many shlong songs lately? Can we sing about something substantial please? Plus, the day I hear my 10 year-old sister singing, “Are you brave enough to let me see your peacock? / Don’t be a chicken, boy, stop acting like a beeyotch,” I say I’ll drop over dead, but I’ll probably just blog furiously about it again. If I don’t even realize how often I’m senselessly singing about wieners and random girls’ luscious booties in the club, how are they supposed to?
2. Is shedding a tear a good reaction? That seems a little over-the-top.

 

“I Know You Want Me” by Pit Bull
This song has to contain one of my favorite ridiculous lines ever:

“Mami got an a** like a donkey with a monkey that looks like King Kong.”

Uh, is that a good thing? This line was brought to my attention by this video segment from The Current news channel a few years ago.

And this screenshot from it always runs through my head when I hear that line:

And Sergio saying, "Oh, yeah. That's hot." Or whatever he says with it. The video's worth watching just for that clip.

(I realize I didn’t embed the actual video. It was disabled by request. ūüė¶ Mer.)

 

“The Call” by the Backstreet Boys
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a BSB fan and, yes, it’s a guilty pleasure. “The Call” is the tale of how the Backstreet Boys cheated on their apparently collective girlfriend and made up a lie to her about it over a cell phone conversation. My friend Jessie and I share feelings on how awesomely terrible the lyrics to this song are. Pretty sure we sang karaoke to this song at our high school graduation party … And that probably won’t be the last time.
Gems:
Chorus: “Listen baby I’m sorry / Just wanna tell you don’t worry / I will be late, don’t stay up and wait for me / I’ll say again you’re dropping out / My battery is low / Just so you know we’re going to a place nearby / Gotta go.” (Yes, I recited these lines from memory.)

 

“Summer Girls” by LFO
It’s not new. It’s rarely on the radio anymore. But it takes the award for the song with the worst lyrics ever. (Well, maybe now it ties with “Friday.”) But “Summer Girls” moves completely into the realm of “so bad, it’s good.”

The way they jump completely from one subject to another for the sake of rhyme and rhythm alone is hilarious. If you looked up none of the other lyrics, this one is worth clicking the link for solely because it’s so bad it’s funny. (It’s okay, I still know all the words to it from when nine year old Kaitlin found it on her “Totally Hits” CD and listened to it on her boombox while playing Barbies. Yeah. Either it’s that old, or I’m that young. Whichever way you want to look at it.

Gems:
–The chorus, of course: “New Kids on the Block had a bunch of hits / Chinese food makes me sick / And I think it’s fly when girls stop by for the summer / For the summer / I like girls who wear Abercrombie and Fitch / I’d take her if I had one wish / But she’s been gone since that summer / Since that summer.”
–“You’re the best girl that I ever did see / The great Larry Byrd: jersey 33 / When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet / Willy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets.”

 

Next time you find yourself mumbling that catchy song you don’t really care much about, aside from the fact that it’s on the radio every 20 minutes, listen to the words you’re actually mumbling. It’s pretty good for a laugh and a hopeless head-shaking at the demise of lyrical quality in pop music.

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Where is the love? Right here!

I heard about this on Sunday, but there was really no outside information to pass on besides the fact itself. I guess there still really isn’t much. But maybe for the four or five readers who’ve stuck around ( ūüėČ ) and aren’t from North Dakota (hence, don’t know me personally), this is new to them.

In any case, it’s worth writing about because it’s nice. And I like nice things and nice people. Mean people suck.

But this makes me happy that not everyone sucks. Allow me to cut to the chase: Minot, ND, a central North Dakotan city I would call decent-sized but you non-North Dakotans might consider minuscule, is still picking up the pieces from the disastrous flood they battled earlier this summer. Over 10,000 residents were forced to evacuate in late June. The start of the school year has been delayed, the North Dakota State Fair, the state’s biggest annual event, was canceled, and the cost of the flood is estimated somewhere around $1 billion.

This one’s a tear-jerker. “Fix You” is enough to start the waterworks for me, but a weekend trip to Minot was always one of my biggest treats growing up. It’s sad to see a place you’re so familiar with suffering.

Josh Duhamel — hunky actor, married to Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas, you may know him from Las Vegas, the TV show, and movies like Win a Date with Tad Hamilton!, When in Rome, the Transformers series, Ramona and Beezus — is from Minot. Pretty sure I would have dropped over dead if I’d ever seen him walking around the mall there.

Prowling the halls of the Dakota Square Mall? Maybe.

He’s been backing his hometown from day one, just like a true North Dakota boy. So, he got the Black Eyed Peas to set up a special concert benefitting the flood fight that’ll be held in Minot on September 3. Awww, *swoon.*


Tickets will go on sale August 12 for $100 a piece, and full information should be available at this site: www.minotrising.com. (Only it’s super faily and just says “Coming soon…” for now. That was the only source they provided when the news first broke. I had to laugh a little.)

Still, I’m glad they’re spreading the love, following the cry from “Where is the Love?,” one of their first hits. (I oftentimes forget that song exists, but I’m glad when I remember because I think it’s my favorite of their songs.)

Oh, and speaking of Duhamel being a North Dakota boy, this is a perfect opportunity to plug this little video, which went semi-viral last summer, but really just never gets old. It’s also where I got the name for my Wild Wild Williston posts.

“I’ll have what she’s having.”

Have we no minds or imaginations anymore?!? I’m not one to talk — I’ve been suffering from a major lack of ideas of what to write about lately. I find it a little ironic that this is what I came up with.

But if anyone can respect a good movie or song reference, it’s me. A ton of my type of humor relies on pop culture references. But there’s a fine line between a witty reference or an inventive use of “sampling,” and becoming a mindless pop culture spewing drone.

Two birds with one stone: A Futurama reference and an illustration depicting mindless drones

Summer has long been known as the season of the sequel at the movie theater. And with the list of sequels getting longer each season, the lack of original movies becomes pretty apparent. If you’ve clamored to 12 a.m. sneak preview showings to see Transformers 3, Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides, The Hangover 2, and already are the proud owner of tickets to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II, you’re not alone. (I haven’t seen the first two, but I admit, I enjoyed The Hangover 2 … Even more than the original, which stressed me out a lot. Yeah, that’s how neurotic I am.)

But at least movie sequels make it obvious what the original is they’re referencing. Sampling is a practice that’s becoming increasingly popular in mainstream music. I’m not knocking it — It can be a real art. I think it’s usually a great way for an artist to repurpose a song that inspired them and make it their own. The thing I have beef with is when songs I liked months or years ago are sampled and the resulting song becomes more popular. Top 40 lovers know every word to the new song, but in my experience, an alarming amount have no idea that there was an original song behind it.

If you like any of the songs on the left, you may want to have a listen to the songs on the right. Click the links to hear the songs.

“The Show Goes On” by Lupe Fiasco ——- “Float On” by Modest Mouse (I recently heard a local DJ try to credit the original song, but mis-identified the band as Muse. It took all I had not to call in to the radio station and start screeching.)

“Paper Planes” by M.I.A. ——- “Straight to Hell” by The Clash – My dad is a fan of The Clash and would play them a lot when I was younger, which is probably the reason I like “Paper Planes” so much. “It ain’t Coca-Cola, it’s rice.

“Whatcha Say” by Jason Derulo —— “Hide and Seek” by Imogen Heap (If you have some trouble recognizing it, skip to 2:51 in the video)

“Empire State of Mind” by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys ——- “Love on a Two Way Street” by The Moments

“S & M” by Rihanna ——- “Let’s Go to Bed” by The Cure (As you may know, I already discussed my thoughts on “S & M.” The song not the — uh … practice.)

Is the practice of sampling and referencing burrowing its way into everyday life? I can almost never get through a conversation without making or hearing a reference to something. I know I do it all the time. Is that okay?

Well, Houston, we may have a problem. It seems what we have here is a failure to communicate. Then again, perhaps frankly, my dears, we shouldn’t give a damn. After all, if all we do is make sequels, sample songs, and quote movies in conversations, our brains will have so much more room for activities. Maybe we can’t handle the truth that we’re just running out of original thoughts. Maybe the sun will come out tomorrow, and we’ll think up some stuff on our own for a change. Until then, hasta la vista, baby.

I’ll be back.

Lyrically Awesome: Updated

I know a lot of people don’t share my wordy-weirdness, but the deciding factor on whether I love a song or not is usually how good its lyrics are. I’m definitely one of those people who almost always has lyrics from a song as my Facebook status, but never arbitrarily. It’s always a cryptic message toward some event in my life or how I’m feeling. And if you decode it and/or identify what song it’s from, that’s how I decide we should probably be best friends.

Music is so important to most people in the world — I don’t know if it ever was unique to say, “Music is my life.” So many people have it on in the background while studying, in the car, while exercising — Our iTunes libraries have basically become the soundtracks to our lives. Its second nature to have music on even just as background noise to keep us company. And, no matter how much you want to try, you’re never going to convince someone that your taste in music is superior to someone else’s. It’s like religion and politics — Everyone’s got their own views and beliefs, and most people don’t want others’ shoved down their throats.

Along the same vein, some people are really open-minded when it comes to music. They can listen to and appreciate almost any musical genre. Others are strictly grounded in a specific one. For example, I oftentimes add new songs and bands to my personal arsenal after hearing them a lot hanging out with Chris or my friends — or even if I don’t particularly like the song itself, but it triggers a fond memory. Chris, on the other hand, regularly tells me my music “makes him want to kill himself.” (Direct quote — I hear it often.) The only time he ever really listens to it is if we’re going on a trip somewhere, and I’m driving (hence, I’m in control of the radio, in accordance with the rules of the road). Usually, he combats the situation by promptly falling asleep, putting in his own headphones, or making sure we have a conversation that places the music in the background. You can’t win them all.

But I know my taste in music isn’t outlandish or offensive, and for you word weirdos out there who love lyrics, too, here are some of my top picks for lyrically amazing songs. My full list is huge, so I’ll list my overall favorites here and break the others down into situation later (bad day, breakup/argument, feel-good songs, etc.).

You can find the full lyrics to each song at the link on its title.

In no particular order:

“Mr. Larkin” – State Radio: I don’t know how I could have forgotten this one on the first publish, but if you don’t look up any other song listed here, look up this one. It’s so touching. Plus, State Radio is my favorite band that Chris has introduced to me. They get a little political once in a while and are pretty darn liberal, but Chris is a solid conservative and still loves them. We saw them in Minneapolis this spring, and I can easily say it was the best live show I’ve seen. State Radio is fronted by Chad Stokes, former lead singer of Dispatch.

Favorite Lines:¬†“I know she knows who I am / Every now and then / Yeah she’ll squeeze my hand / It’s what I live for / And it’s why she don’t die / So Mr. Larkin won’t you / Won’t you give me this try.”
Other notable State Radio songs are “Camilo,” “Arsenic and Clover,” “Democracy in Kind,” and “Indian Moon.”



Hard to Concentrate” – Red Hot Chili Peppers:
I don’t care what anyone says — This will undeniably be the first-dance song at my wedding. My favorite lines are the chorus: “All I want is for you to be happy and / Take this moment to make you my family and / Finally you have found someone perfect and / Finally you have found … yourself.” Swoon.

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Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis” – Brand New: In my opinion, Brand New consistently has some of the best lyrics of any band. I admit, my brother is right when he says Brand New is rarely musically exciting, but lyrics are my primary factor when loving a song. By no means is this the only song by Brand New that has lyrics that can make me melt, but it’s got the most personal significance. I’m probably revealing a little more than I’d care to here, but I’ll just say I think this song gets into the head of what my ex-boyfriend was thinking toward the end of our relationship, minus the conscious that shines through.

Favorite lines:¬†“You can sin or spend the night all alone.”
“I will lie awake / And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you / Let you fall for every empty word I say.”

Measuring Cups” – Andrew Bird: Andrew Bird’s music is undeniably musically entertaining. What more could you expect from a singer/songwriter/professional whistler with a degree from Northwestern in violin performance? He’s ¬†such a fascinating guy.¬†He claims his lyrics aren’t meant to be anything profound; Bird says he simply chooses which words sound best together in the song. Most of the time, they’re extremely complex and in elevated language, but they’re always awesome — even if you don’t fully understand them. (Honorable mention goes to “Anonanimal,” which possibly has some of the most fun lyrics ever: “I see a sea¬†anemone¬†/ The enemy / See a sea anemone / And that’ll be the end of me.”)

Favorite Lines: “Get out your measuring cups / And we’ll play a new game / To the front of the class and we’ll measure your brain / We’ll give you a complex and we’ll give it a name.”
“Can’t have the cream when the crop and the cream are the same.”

 

No Rain“/”Change” – Blind Melon: If you know me, you know these were bound to appear.

Favorite Lines from “No Rain”: “I just want someone to say to me / I’ll always be there when you wake / You know I’d like to keep my cheeks dry today / So stay with me and I’ll have it made.”

Favorite Lines from “Change”: “I know we can’t all stay here forever / So I want to write my words on the face of today.” (Love it so much the last half is permanently inked into me.)
“Keep on dreamin’ boy ’cause when you stop dreamin’ it’s time to die.”
“When life is hard / You have to change.”

Fall Out Boy: In general. I’m serious. Sure, I loved them most at the peak of my high school angsty stage, but looking back, that’s still when they were the best. From Under the Cork Tree¬†is still my favorite album by them. (You know, “Sugar We’re Going Down?” Yeah, that album.) Scoff if you will — haters’ gon’ hate — But I think they’re actually quite clever.

Favorite Lines: “I left my conscious pressed / Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer / What did it ever do for me, I say?” – From “XO
“These words are all I have so I write them / I need them just to get by.”
“Why don’t you show me the little bit of spine you’ve been saving for his mattress, love?” – Both from “Dance, Dance
“Someone old / No one new / Feeling borrowed / Always blue.” (Come on, that’s clever.) – From “I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got was this Stupid Song Written About Me
“I’m alright in bed / But I’m better with the pen.” – From “Fame < Infamy
“It’s just past eight and I’m feeling young and reckless / The ribbon on my wrist says ‘Do not open before Christmas.'” – From “Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued” (Ah, yes. Remember the days of sentence-long song titles? Panic! at the Disco was notorious for it in their album A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out.
“I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay.” (Describes my hometown)
“The best part of ‘believe’ is the ‘lie.'” – Both from “Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year

“You’ve Got Her in Your Pocket” – The White Stripes: My dad found this song. I think about him every time I hear it. It’s simple and sad, and I’m sure it shares feelings of many.

Favorite Lines: “Grab hold of her fast before her feet leave the floor / And she’s out the door / ‘Cause you want / To keep her in your pocket / Where there’s no way out / Put it in the safe and lock it / ‘Cause it’s home sweet home.”
“In your own mind you know you’re lucky just to know her.”

 Know any awesome lyrics that strike you? Do we share the same taste in music? Talk to me.

The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far from the Tree

In honor of Fathers’ Day, I’d like to dedicate a post to all the strange¬†idiosyncrasies and important lessons my dad taught me that have stuck with me over the years. I’m doing this partly because I feel like I don’t tell him enough how much I really appreciate him, and partly because I couldn’t get to the store in time to send a card. Although I did send an e-gift card. (Guys don’t really care about cards anyway, right?)

Guys generally dread this aisle anyway.

I mentioned earlier that he’s the sole operator of our family farm, in addition to working full-time at FedEx. He’s always been busy, which may be an indication of where I got my crazy work ethic from.

A panorama of an area near our farm, which is located around Alamo, ND.

Somehow, even though he was almost always working, I don’t remember a lot of “work dad.” I just remember my dad. I remember getting excited when I heard the rumble of the FedEx truck coming down the street from my backyard sandbox in the summer; I knew Dad was coming home to take his lunch break. I remember afternoons playing with lawn ornaments and barn cats at the farm with my grandparents while my dad cultivated, seeded, and harvested. I remember the half hour drive there and back — It was never monotonous, like it is now. The drives are memories I always recall as fun experiences, especially when I giggled from the rolling hills “tickling my tummy,” when my stomach was left at the top. (Yes, there are actually hills in Western ND.)

Sometimes I don’t think he realizes how much of him has really rubbed off on me.

  • Taste in music — Some of my most vivid childhood memories are of dancing around the living room in the small townhouse my family occupied until I was three. Whether it was Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Queen, or the Steve Miller Band, I rocked out. (And I still do, to the same bands.) There are volumes and volumes of documented home movie footage of mini Kaitlin dancing, since my mom chronicled a portion of nearly every day of my life on her ancient dinosaur camcorder for at least my first 5 years.

But my favorite song he played was “The Bumblebee Song,” named for the album’s cover and the song’s music video. “The Bumblebee Song” embedded itself somewhere in the back of my mind until my mid-teens, when I realized it was really called “No Rain” by Blind Melon. It remains my favorite song today, likely because of the memories I associate with it, and because I love the lyrics. I unearthed another Blind Melon song played almost as often as “The Bumblebee Song” in my living room dancing days called “Change,” which I now have a line from tattooed on my foot.

  • Q-Tips¬†— I think my dad may have been joking when he said, “If there’s one thing I teach you, remember this: Always buy brand-name Q-Tips.” But I’ve learned there are some things you just can’t skimp on. And apparently Q-Tips are one of them. I’ve never fully understood why this is so, but I’ve never in my life bought a store-brand ear cleaner.
  • Love for writing — My dad graduated from the UND with a degree in journalism and advertising. He’s always loved reading and writing. Although he doesn’t make a career of it, and rarely has free time to rekindle his passions, that portion of his personality was somehow still passed on to me. I’ve been reading and writing for fun since I was in preschool.Throughout elementary school, I wrote and illustrated short stories and comic books and sold them to my friends. Once I got older, I was the editor of my high school’s yearbook and wrote for the local newspaper. I’ve had newspaper internships and worked for the Grand Forks Herald for a year. I’m currently majoring in Communication and English. The trait that has shaped my whole life was largely passed down by my dad’s inherent interest in writing and my mom’s stay-at-home dedication to teaching me to read by age 4.
  • Those silly little phrases, they stick — When I was really little, I remember it being a law in my house that according to my dad, “The number one rule in the tub is: ¬†Try to keep the floor dry.” I said this when helping at my younger siblings’ bathtimes. I guarantee I will say this to my future kids. I even say it when giving my boyfriend’s dog, Addi, a bath.
  • Vocabulary and sense of humor — ¬†We used a rather varied vocabulary in the Ring household, and an interestingly cynical sense of humor resulted. For a senior project in high school English, I actually made a “dictionary” of Ringisms, words and phrases we made up in our household that refer to specific inside jokes. It wasn’t uncommon to hear something like, “Make sure that garbage goes in the garbage¬†receptacle” or “Stop with your incessant chatter” in my house. Some of our Ringisms were words like “consuctor,” or someone who eats excessively and quickly, and the phrase “armpit to armpit” refers to a state when people are crammed closely together, like in a small diner. People sometimes give me odd looks because of the way I say things, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s such a common thing for people not to want to turn out like their parents. But I don’t think there’s a way you can’t. When I think about it, so many of my¬†idiosyncrasies¬†I developed from my parents are so deeply embedded into my personality that I wouldn’t be able to extract them if I tried. And I don’t know that I’d want to.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but kids singing Rihanna songs shock me.

You may recall my rant about the kinds of TV shows my 10 year-old sister watches in comparison to the shows I watched at age 10. Well, I think this tops it.

I was just getting back to my apartment and noticed three little boys playing and riding their bikes around the block. I parallel parked (flawlessly, may I add) on the street as the little boys rounded the corner by my building. They were playing some imaginary game and yelling to each other. One was really small, maybe 4 or 5, and the other two were probably 8 or 9 at the oldest. As I grabbed my bag from my backseat, the littlest of the group passed my car, tailing their caravan.

“Hi!” he greeted me in his cute little munchkin voice.

“Hi!” I said back, as I made my way to the back door of my building.

With my back turned to them, I was still listening to their little conversation. All of a sudden, I heard the little munchkin voice raise above the other two: “SEX IN THE AIR — I DON’T CARE … uhh. Um. SEX IN THE AIR! I DON’T CARE!

He kept repeating those two lines from¬†Rihanna’s “S&M” over and over even after I’d gone inside. Why were those the two he picked up on?! I’m pretty sure “OMG” was the exact thing going through my mind so, of course, immediately after I got to my unit I had to sit down and blog like crazy about it.

As I was placing the link in the previous paragraph, I found out that you actually have to log in to your YouTube account and confirm you’re 18 to view the music video¬†for “S&M” because the “content may contain material flagged by YouTube’s user community that may be inappropriate for some users.” Well, with a song title like that, what do you expect?

Flattering. A clip from the video.

Every time I hear songs like “S&M” on popular Top 20 stations, I cringe a little. And this is precisely the reason why. I don’t plan on having kids for a million years, so it’s not that I’m necessarily thinking like a parent, but I can’t help but think of my little sister. I was shocked when I learned she knew all the words to all the Ke$ha songs on the radio. Now, every time I hear a song with semi-scandalous lyrics on the radio, I think of my little sister singing it.

The second I heard “S&M” while driving to work one day, I was honestly surprised it could go on the radio, thinking of the naive little ears that the risque lyrics would find their way into. It’s awkward enough hearing someone else’s 5 year-old singing about “sex in the air.” I’d hate to be the parent who has to explain to him why he can’t sing that at the top of his lungs while riding his bike around the neighborhood anymore.

Just so you know…

A few things about me, you know … Just so you know:

  1. I’m a college student. So you should both expect and not expect to find entries you might consider profound. (Especially until after I take the LSAT in two weeks — It’s kind of consuming my life right now.)
  2. I was born and raised in North Dakota. I can count the number of times I’ve left this state in my life on two hands.
  3. I’ll probably write about music here and there. Let’s just get this out there: I hate¬† Taylor Swift. I know, gasp.
  4. I’m politically apathetic, but I know what I agree with and disagree with.
  5. I’m open-minded and think everyone’s entitled to his or her opinion, but I have delicate little flower feelings, so be nice when you comment. “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”

TTFN. Anything else, you either don’t need to know, or you’ll find out through what I write if you follow along.

Enjoy.