There has been a LOT of controversy over Robin Thicke’s song “Blurred Lines.” Call me naive, but am I the only one who doesn’t really read too much into what song lyrics actually mean? For me, if it has catchy lyrics and a good beat, I’m pretty much sold. Now, I’m not saying that I think songs about rape are appropriate by any means, but I am saying that I don’t think this song is, in fact, about rape. I think this blog post does a great job at showing the (less talked about) side of the situation.
Dear capital-F Feminists, Please Stop the Slut-Shaming. Love, a lower-case-f feminist.
The first time I heard the funky beats of Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” emanating from my radio, I did what any normal, able-bodied human being would do…I boogied my ass off. But just days after the song’s meteoric rise to the top of the charts, scathing criticisms began to arise, citing sexual harassment, slut-shaming, and victim-blaming among many of the artists’ apparently blatant offenses. Because I could never QUITE make out the words behind Thicke’s panting falsetto, I decided to do my own research into the lyrics and see what was really causing the problem. What I found was shocking. I began reading the words fully expecting to arrive at the bottom not only incensed at their content, but also ashamed that I had ever bopped my head and shaken my buns to the beats.
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