sorry, this is depressing

song title: “I Wanna Fuck You”

AKON (f/ Snoop Dogg) LYRICS

[Akon:] Convict...Music...and you know we a front.

[Chorus (Akon):]

I see you winding and grinding up on that pole,

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know

I wanna fuck you, you already know

I wanna fuck you, you already know

[Snoop Dogg:]

Money in the air as mo feel grab you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale,

don't tell, won't tell, baby said I don't talk Dogg but she told on me, oh well,

take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do, baby stick to me & ima stick on you,

if you pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and I'm here to put this dick on you,

I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right, wrip riding them poles and them doors is tight

and ima get me a shot for the end of the night 'cause pussy is pussy and baby you're pussy for life.

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Akon:]

Shorty I can see you ain't lonely handful of niggas and they all got cheese,

so you looking at me now what's it gonna be just another tease far as I can see,

trying get you up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs,

throwing bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cause I'm far from a scrub,

you know my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines,

girl I spend money like it don't mean nothing and besides I got a thing for you.

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Snoop Dogg:]

Mobbin' through club in low pressing I'm sitting in the back in the smokers section (just smoking),

birds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I can see you (baby I see you),

it's cool we jet the mood is set,

your pussy is wet you rubbing your back and touching your neck,

your body is movin' you humpin' and jumpin' your titties is bouncin' you smilin' and grinin' and looking at me.

[Akon:]

Girl and while you're looking at me I'm ready to hit the caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy,

baby you got a phatty the type I like to marry wanting to just give you everything and that's kinda scary,

cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass, bouncin', got me tippin' my glass,

Normally don't get caught up to fast but I got a thing for you.

These are the lyrics for the latest example of something that shocks me and offends me. I found this song in my 13 year old daughter’s ipod this morning. The shocking thing is not that she wants to listen to it. The shocking thing is that she could get to it. What’s worse, it’s played on the radio. As far as I can tell the only thing that differentiates this from a porn flick is that it is only sound. Pornography is banned for anyone under 21 in most places I’ve ever seen it being sold. Why do we have this double standard about “music”? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing when I listened to it and yet, when I mentioned my distress about the state of our society I got the typical response to my old fashioned way of thinking: “All her friends listen to it, too. Besides, she’s not listening to it for the lyrics”. But of the hundreds of thousands of hip hop songs produced every year how many of them have basically the same rhythm but do not feature such overt disregard for emotional connection and respect for other people?

The experience was not all bad, however, because I saw that although almost all of the other songs she has in there (and there are probably at least 100 of them) are about sex, none have the same kind of pornographic stance on the subject. This reaffirmed my belief that although I disagree with some of the philosophies she has as a teenage girl, she is well based at least in that she doesn’t get involved in a whole butt-load of crazy stuff like many of her peers. She doesn’t smoke, drink or do drugs. She knows she’s not ready for sex. She talks with her mother about just about everything. So, I can’t get angry with her for listening to a song like this. I just tell her to erase it and go about my day…or I try to do so.

The real problem I have, I realize, is that I still have the same black pessimism about the future of Western society that I had as an angry teenager. We’re burying ourselves in garbage at a seemingly increasing rate. We’re choking ourselves with poisonous fumes that then go on to heat the world thereby changing the climate we require to survive. We’re allowing ourselves to slowly be pushed into accepting more and more overt and emotionless sex and violence in our children’s lives. We’re falling down the increasing slope of consumerism. We’re forgetting to demand that people respect each other. We live in fear of others’ opinions of us based on our appearance.

I say we because for the most part I fall into this category, as well. I don’t blame anyone in particular. I blame us as a collective. We don’t stand up and say, enough is enough. We just say, well, at least (insert kid’s name here) is not into (insert undesirable activity here) like that other kid over there. Is that supposed to comfort me as I accept yet another small piece of innocence is ripped out of my child with rusty tongs? Yes, I am very glad that my daughter does not do drugs. I’m glad that we have so far won the battle to keep her innocent in regards to sex. It pleases me greatly that she was raised to think that smoking is disgusting and dangerous. She doesn’t want to drink alcohol. She doesn’t even like coffee. But I wonder why stop there?

Many of us are constantly raising the bar on ourselves, why not on the upbringing of our children? I mean, I finished school with a BA in speech communications. I didn’t feel content with that and decided to go back to school almost 10 years later. I finished a BSc in fisheries biology. Then I raised the bar again and challenged myself to continue. I want to do the same with my kids. I’m glad that we have made good progress with them so far, but I don’t want to stop just because they are not among the worst kids in town. I want to push them and challenge them to stand up for decent moral values even if it isn’t cool. I would absolutely love to hear my teenage daughter say to her friend that she doesn’t want to wear a thong because she thinks that’s too grown up for a 13 year old. But I would love even more to have her asking why thongs are made in her size in the first place. I would like for her to hear a song like that above and think, “this is not the sort of feeling I want to promote in the world”.

But I know I’m asking too much. I need to just shut my cake hole and go back to running up more credit card debt to buy new stuff I don’t need to replace the old stuff that still works but isn’t as cool as the newest model. I should just bury my head in the sand and take let life steamroll over me. I need to admit that I cannot control my own fate or influence society with my own values. I need to be a good little sheep.