I have an aversion to good music with bad lyrics and yet a strange, inexplicable attraction to them. One thing I can vouch for is my strong dislike for unnecessarily distasteful lyrics in a song. I really don't understand the charm behind the tough gangsta rapper who sings about his quivering member while watching some "bitch" shake her "ass." And then there are those who feel the need to recreate the violence they experience due to gang activities, in their music videos and mesmerize virtually every testosterone ridden male, or gangsta-wannabe female, who in turn imagine themselves inspired by the valiant gladiators of the gangsta rap fame.
Why are these people considered inspirational? Surely this is only the product of our materialistic, capitalist society, and media, its bitch. What happened to the poets of old who could melt hearts of stone, and influence queens and kings?
But heres the catch, heres where I begin to doubt myself.
On the one hand we have the freedom of speech and on the other there are a set of decorous and indecorous standards, which constantly place people in a hierarchy within society. Why does it bother me that these artists are exercising their freedom of speech? Why does democracy have to battle morality and ethics, and in this case, propriety? What gives me the right to judge these people based on the company they keep, or the image they feel necessary to portray? They are definitely doing more than I am, by making people listen to them. With that kind of power, why shouldn't they be justified doing what they're doing?
I don't think I can ever resolve this battle.
2 comments:
Ha! And you wanted ME to consider writing as a career. Sheesh girl. How about you do it instead and I'll take the womens right home front.
Hey Missy! Get typing and entertain me with your wonderful blogging abilities!
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