“Blurred Lines,” Objectification And Why I Can’t Listen To The Radio Anymore

I don’t mind the occasional cussing or something like that, but what I do not like is Lil Wayne explaining how he would like to be pleased. Its music from Lil Wayne or Miley Cyrus or some other similar artist that is ruining expression through music and robbing the youngest generations of their innocence.

Nero Lucifero

Thought Catalog

A couple years ago, I was driving in the car with my then 15-year old stepdaughter. We were listening to the radio, windows down, singing along to the music. “My Chick Bad” by Ludacris came on next and we started singing along. I quickly found my voice fading away until I was silent. My grip on the steering wheel tightened and I squirmed. Hearing “Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker, she rides that dick and she handles her liquor” coming out of the mouth of this 15-year old girl made my stomach turn. I turned the radio off.

“Hey!” she said. “What are you doing? That was a good song!”

“I just can’t.” I said. “I just can’t listen to that with you. It’s…inappropriate.”

And right then, I became uncool. And old fart, worthy of teenaged eye rolls.

I love music. All of it. Before I…

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